He woke up with Pinkie's face inches away from his. "gaahh!" He gasped, not expecting her to be so close.

"I'm so glad you're back! I was getting impatient there! I was thinking for tonight we should up the anti, I'm thinking 6 cupcakes, 5 cups of sugar, think you can beat the odds?!"

"As 'fun' as that sounds, that would probably kill me so, I think I'll take the 'other' option if you know what I mean."

"Oh yay! Come with me, I'll show you my bedroom!" And with that, she whisked him away to her bedroom upstairs.

"Uhh, Pinkie.." He started, still contemplating what he was about to do. He took a deep breath and made his final decision. " Before we begin, I'd like you to have some of these 'special pony candies'." He took the 18 antiacids out from his pocket and handed them to the waiting mare.

"Oh thank you so much, Omar! Mmm, these are delicious!" she gulped them down happily without suspecting a thing. About 10 minutes later, Pinkie began to speak, "Hey, where did you get those candies? They make my tummy feel all fuzzily, and I don't think I like it too much." She spoke solemnly, much unlike how she had been just hours ago. In fact, she seemed like a different mare entirely.

"Just at a candy shop." He said casually, as if making out with a pony that wanted to kill him was entirely normal.
Just then, Chica walked in. Unfortunately for him, apparently thy were roommates. Her eyes turned red, and she stomped away loudly. Not speaking a single word.

"You know what, I don't feel so great. You can go home for the night." She said, looking like she had been to Tartarus and back. Yes! His plan had worked! And although death by antacid is rare, it might be different for ponies, and it would at least deter her for a few days until he could come up with a better plan.

He woke up in his bed, yet not to the annoying alarm, nor to a damp bed. What had woken him up? He closed his eyes, realizing how overall shitty he felt. And it didn't have anything to do with Pinkie this time, in fact, it never did. Turns out he was just really sick with the stomach bug, and that was to blame his nausea, delirium, and any instances of him not acting like Omar. -THE END...

Or is It? To be continued...?

Author's Note

Him turning out to be sick was not even close to the original ending, but it was a good way to cover up for those moments of which I messed up his character.