- >you are a powerful blue mage
- >a man of focus
- >a man of wisdom
- >a man of concentration
- >you can cast aside mighty spells with the flick of a wrist
- >or rework the mind with surgical precision
- >but in all your myriad powers
- >you still haven’t figured out how to keep a fluffy pony off of your god damn lawn
- >and your spire has a pretty big lawn
- >any given day that you look out your window, it looks like some sort of gumdrop forest from a children’s picture book
- >one of your invisible servants has arrived with a message
- >a fluffy pony just broke your favorite fountain
- >which you got as a gift from your recently deceased nephew
- >that seals it
- >time to dole out the worst punishment you can think of
- >the servant motions for you to possibly reconsider
- >you make a big show of fishing your hand around in a jar on your desk
- >nope, fresh out of fucks to give
- >you get up from your chair and blink down to your lawn
- >and as you wait for the pressure difference from a spontaneous half mile change in altitude to dissipate from your ears, fluffies gather around you
- >you shout out in your most dramatic voice
- >”I AM THE WISEST, AND THE MOST INTELIGENT OUT OF ANY HERE. THIS IS PURE FACT. ANY WHO WISH TO CONTEST ME MUST FIRST COME FORTH TO CHALENGE MY PERFECTION”
- >in short, you just challenged the smarty to a dick measuring contest
- >and sure enough, the little puissant goes through the standard issue motions
- NU! Dis smawty pwace! Dummy human go way!
- >you mage hand the unicorn up to you, ignoring its pitiful thrashing attempts at escape
- >”So, you feel you have a mind of merit, do you?”
- >you hold the fluffy up to its immediate protest
- Dummy human! Smawty wan down! Smawty get down!
- >”let me show you what real intelligence means”
- >the unicorn’s eyes and coat turn a deep shade of blue, similar to your robes
- >you’ve done it thousands of times before, this smarty now has the intelligence and personality of an average human male, if not a bit on the bright side
- Oh god, please, let me down sir, I don’t mean any harm
- >you smirk
- >”now go, young one, your herd needs you now more than ever”
- >you inflicted the worst punishment you could think of
- >worse than torture
- >worse than drowning
- >worse than getting locked in jolly’s secret rape basement
- >fluffy pony has realized the futility of its own existence