>It was karaoke night at the Wild Hay Ride.
>Rarity had three long island ice tees.
>You were the microphone.
"I DONT WANT ANYPONY ELSE!"
>Rarity sings loud, and Rarity can't sing.
"WHEN I THINK ABOUOOUUTT YOOouuuUOOUUuuu"
>You remember her screeching voice vibrating up and down your body as she belted horribly country tunes into you.
"I TOUCH MYSEEELLLFFFfffFFF!!!!!"
>Afterwards you had all the benefits of a hangover without the trouble ever even getting roaring drunk.
"I GET DOWN ON MY KNEEeeeeeSSS I'd do ANY.THING. FOR YOUUUU!!!"
>Your ears still ring whenever you wake up in the morning.
>So the witch wants to go full Predator then, huh?
>The question is who is the hunter and who is the hu-
"Oh, there you are. That was simple."
>WHY ARE YOU SO BAD AT THIS?
>Before your brain can yell at you for being a completely retarded toss, Rarity's horn charges up and throws a purple lance of magic over your shoulder.
>Shit shit shit.
>You toss the pile of bramble at her and trip over fallen branches scurrying away.
"You brute, that HURT!"
>You throw a rock at her head. She ducks out of the way, shrieking and trying to hide behind a tree.
>You call upon your inner monkey and climb up into the trees, leaping from branch to branch as she throws more steams of magic at you.
>You pull out a handful of pop-rocks and toss it at the wretched sorceress. They hit her square on the snout with flashes of light that look like a miniature London Blitz.
>Repel down a tree while she curses and stamps on the ground, cursing your name, dirt, bugs, and everything in general.
>Boss defeated, move onto the next level.
>Run out of the forest and into the middle of the streets because your parents never taught you to look both ways.
>Cars and 18-wheelers blare their horns and swerve around the madman dressed as a dollar-store super villain.