*I pull out my ruggedized laptop from my bag and start typing something*



Me: Ok miss 'Rarity' I have wired about one hundred million dollars in cash to your bank account and consider it the pay for these candies.



Rarity: Why do you need this much of my candy?



Me: Well apparently it seems your candy has enough calories to feed my private army and forces for days and me and my company and private army are dimensional travelers and I have to go to a certain dimension to help out some rebellion overthrow your generic evil villain and provide them support fire with the PMC I work for. But anyways thanks for making these calory filled candies for my entire company to eat.



Rarity: Well aren't you fat as well tubby?





Me: Shut up *I bark orders at my men* Allright boys load up the candy to our transporters and get your fillings ready we're gonna got to another dimensional war with some wacky villain and provide support for a rebellion and they promise good pay for us.



Men: YEAH!, URA!





Rarity: :rolleyes: