In the Palace of Friendship, deep within the dusky-smelling annals of the library, is another research station. Once a place of great order, it has languished in chaos for a fortnight, and the unkempt cot nearby suggests the Lady of the castle doesn't get out much.

On a quest for brain food and a little fresh air, Twilight encounters a frazzled pegasus with a shocking story. Fluttershy's tits have been banged - who is to blame for this atrocity!? Twilight's off to right a wrong, or so she thinks. If only our heroine were able to get to the bottom of anything lately.

Spike, meanwhile, is developing a cramp from the constant rolling of his eyes.

(So I wanted something to publish on the Last Day of FiM, and this is what happened. Is it over? I promise nothing!)