"Uth." Vinyl grumbled through a mouthful of rock-hard fruitcake, "Thisth tasth howwithle."

Octavia facehoofed. "Well, what did you expect, Vinyl? It's fruitcake."

Vinyl shrugged, and continued chewing the gummy fruitcake for the next three hours before spitting it out and shattering a window in the process.

Vinyl's Review: 3/10, too much brick powder, not enough fruit.

Author's Note

Merry Christmas, y'all!