Dick is DIamonds

Twilight smiled sweetly, running her quill along the scroll until it snapped. She closed her eyes calmly, and tossed it to the side, picking up another with magic continuing to write. She was writing chronicle after chronicle of sweet filly death and torture, which was her favorite hobby now.

She could feel her magical power fueling the paper, and knew the true magnitude of what she was doing. Like some kind of fucked up Death Note or something, whatever she wrote on the papers would come true in some alternate universe or something or other. This was thrilling, exciting, and hot as fuck.

The best part is that it was completely untraceable.

Even if somepony actually found her stash of "fiction", which would be impossible due to how well she hid it, she'd just sheepishly admit to having a fucked up fetish. Nopony could actually prove she was comitting universal genocide.

"And then, every mare in the world had their hymen explode, killing them all instantly."

Twilight wrote the words on the paper. Meanwhile, several universes over, this awesome event took place.

This was fucking awesome, and Celestia knew what she'd do with it.

That could be interpreted two different ways.

Let it sink in.