>Be Quiin.
>Sirocca asked for a mango.
>You brought her one.
>She asked for another.
>You brought her another.
>And another.
>And another.
>Finally, you tell her she's had more than enough.
>She stares at you like you just killed her mother and raped her dog.
>"You can never have too many mangoes."
>You feel a rumbling in the earth.
>The floor splits open.
>A giant mango-cthulhu rises with Sirocca on his head.
"What the f-"
>It grabs you with its giant mango hands.
>And rips your mind apart.
>And then rips your body apart.
>And then rapes you.
>And then eats you.
>Sirocca takes over the world.
>You've met with a terrible fate.

>Be Nuke.
>Walking through town with Sirocca.
>See Quiin walking ahead of you.
>Take flight, grab Sirocca in your hooves.
>Fly over Quiin.
"Hey Quiin! Look out!"
>She looks up as you drop Sirocca.
>Sirocca latches to her face.
>You fly away.

>Be Quiin.
>Sirocca is now attached to your face.
>"Miss Quiin, do you have any mangoes?"
"I do not have any mangoes."
>"But... why?"
"I don't like mangoes."
>YOU DIED.

>Be Sirocca
>Quiin is dead, because she hates mangoes.
>All heretics will soon be culled.
>Every last one of them.
>Hail mango.
"HAIL MANGO!"
>Everyone in the marketplace stops and stares at you.
>Only one other pony yells "Hail mango!"
>You spare him, while everyone else dies.
>The Mangocalypse is nigh.

>"Feed me!"
>A little purple bat-filly with a poofy, frilly mane, bright blue eyes, and a wide-open mouth sits across from you at a small, oak table.
"Sirocca, you're almost twelve. You can feed yourself."
>Her mouth closes, and she casts a glare of pure frustration at you.
>The glare changes to puppy-dog eyes and a quivering lower lip.
>"P-please, papa?"
"Fine. But, you have to promise that you won't do anything crazy."
>"I promise!"
>With a mango in hand, you reach across the table.
>Sirocca's mouth opens as wide as possible once more.
>Her fangs sink into the mango, and you wedge it against her lower set of teeth.
>She struggles to bite it, but you've wedged it just right.
>She squeaks and screeches, her hooves grasping at the mango to try and pull it out.
>"A'a."
>It sounds like she's saying 'papa.'
>But she isn't.
>Before you can reach across the table to remove the mango, the earth beneath you rumbles.
>"M'nglui mng'lw'nfah Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'mangl fhtagn."
>Sirocca rises atop a very large orange-yellow orb as you tumble backwards over the sundered earth.
>Two large tendrils pop the mango out of Sirocca's mouth.
>"Sorry, Papa. You know what has to happen."
"Sirocca, no! You stop this nonsense right now, and send Mangothulhu home!"
>"I can't, it's already begun!"
>A single tear falls from her eye.
>You stand in defiance and shout up at her.
"You either stop this, or you won't have any more mangoes for a week!"
>"No more mangoes?"
>A loud screech fills the air.
>"I'll have all the mangoes I want, I don't need you!"
"If you strike me down, your mother's going to ground you for life!"
>"SO BE IT!"
>The foot of the eldritch mango horror hovers overhead.
>You stare at it, not out of fear, but out of disappointment in your daughter.
>Speck is going to ground her for so long.
>Good thing everything in this world is made of marshmallows and fluff.
>Even the monsters.
>Its foot crashes down on you.
>It feels like a very large marshmallow.
>She's grounded.