"Dude! That pink horse jumped out of your shirt and... is talking to me!"

"Huh? What the... Pinkie! Get back in!" the shirt wearer told her.

"Huh? B-but...." Pinkie replied.

"Now! You're freaking out my friend and...." he said.

"Whoa! Whoa! Calm down, dude. I don't mind." his human friend told him.

"Huh?"

"Just... look, man! That means that your special cookies are kicking in!" he said, thinking being hallucinations.

".... The special ingredient in those cookies is flax." he replied flatly.

".... What? So I'm not stone?" the friend asked.

"Nope."

".... I'm freaking out, man!" his friend said putting his hand on his head's sides.

"See what you did Pinkie? Jump back in now, please." the owner told the pink pony.

"Awww.... Wait! Mister!" she shouted at his friend.

"Huh? What?" he replied, confused.

"Don't do drugs! And don't forget to smile! Smile! Smile!" then she jumped back in the shirt.

"There you go. Now we..."

"... Burn that shirt." his friend told him.

"W-w-wait what?"

"BURN THAT FRIGGIN' SHIRT!!!"

"Uh.... no"



BEautiful work