>You are Anon, and it's laundry day.
>Your clothes were most of the load, as usual.
>Made sense, these horses never wore anything unless it was in the bedroom.
>The sound of metal buttons hitting the drum rang in your ears as your dark clothes fell inside the machine.
>Conveniently enough, they had electrical appliances. Among other things.
>Topping off the detergent, you let the lid shut with a metallic thud and spun the dial to a deep cycle
>Unfortunately for you, Echo involved you in a freak accident involving several kilograms of fruit, a high wall, and the forces of gravity earlier today
>She says she tried to save you from the wicker basket full of fruit, but you're positive she did it on purpose 
>Stupid bat horse.
>If it's a bat pony, it's not to be trusted.
>They'll pull anything on you to get a laugh.
>Your pants buttons are still clanging against the washer drum
>And suddenly, you hear a fizzle and the light goes out above you, leaving the room dark, but just bright enough to see
>The washer continues, so the power isn't out
>The fluorescent light must've gone out.
>You leave the laundry room to turn the light on in the next room, spilling light into the laundry room once again
>inside the cabinet above the laundry machines is a replacement tube for the light
>Fumbling with the packaging, you extract the glass tube that produces light similar to that of Celestia's sun
>Looking above, the fixture is just a cavity set into the ceiling with electrical contacts designed to hold a tube like this one.
>the cover is a cheap, flexible plastic sheet about 60cm long and 15cm across
>Echo calls from the other room, "Hey Anon! can you come over here?"
"Hold on, I'm changing the laundry room light"
>The sound of hooves trekking on tile in the kitchen reaches your ears, and soon enough
>A batpony mare, who stands about as high as your chest, is standing there watching you fiddle with the plastic sheet stuck in the recessed light
>"I didn't know you smoke, Anon"
"I don't"
>"But you look like you need a light!"
>You audibly groan and the sudden weight of disappointment floods your limbs, causing them to fall and bring the plastic sheet with it, making a loud wopple wopple sound as the sheet reverberates through the air
>Followed by a startled EEEE from your resident chiropteran equine
>Echo stands there wide-eyed and ears fixated on you, a foreleg lifted in a cautious stance
>Maybe you could make some fun out of this.
>You motion your arms holding the sheet
>Wopple wopple wopple
>She takes another step back, eyes darting between you and the sheet as though you were holding a bloody knife
>Your eyes narrow on her and she takes a second step back, poised to run off.
>Wopple.
>A beat of sweat forms on her brow.
>"pls no"
"pls yes"
>A small step toward the startled mare sent her running, you follow suit with the sheet of vile plastic 
>WOPPLE WOPPLE WOPPLE WOPPLE WOPPLE!
>You both dart through the house as she runs to her room and slams the door shut on you
>"S-Stoppit!!" She says, EEEE-ing afterward that trails down to a light sob
>You knock on the door and say "Let me in!"
>Silence. "Not by the hair on your chinny chin chin?"
>You start fiddling with the doorknob using your Swiss army knife's screwdriver. "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff!"
>After unscrewing the screws, the doorknob falls to the floor with a clang.
"AND I'LL BLOW YOUR HOUSE DOWN!"
"Here's NONNY!" You shout as the door flies open, revealing a bat pony mare huddled in the corner, screeing at the top of her lungs
>WOPPLE WOPPLE WOPPLE! fills the room as you wave the sheet of plastic like Trump supporters wave picket signs
>She jumps on top of her dresser to get away from you, arching her back and EEEEing at you for you to go away with that sheet of plastic
>Trinkets and debris fly everywhere, making the room a total disaster
>Echo flies off the dresser to the other side of the room, watching it fall and bump anon in her direction, knocking him on the ground
>Which in turn knocks over a training staff onto a board, flipping it
>flinging Echo's socks into the air, soaked by a spilled bottle of...
>SHMACK.
>The sock lands on Anon's face, and he quickly stops stirring.
>Choloroforum.
>Granted, her room was now destroyed and she was humiliated by a loud wopply sheet of plastic
>But now anon was unconcious and she could use a snack.