>Day SCREEEEEARRGH in Equestria
>Walking through ponyville.
>Pick up a cute little pony.
>Ask her for directions.
"SCREARRRGH!"
>She starts screaming.
>Try to hush her and let her know it's okay.
"RARRRRGHARAGHBLARAARGH!"
>She goes quiet with fear, and then feints.
>Great, that's not safe.
>Gotta take the poor little pony to the doctor, blacking out can lead to health problems.
>Turn to all the other terrified little ponies around you.
>Ask them if they know where the doctor is, or, failing that, might be able to take your friend to the hospital for you.
"REEEEERREEEYARRRGHEEGHARRGHREEEEYRAYRAYYYGHRAWRUH!"
>They panic even more as you realize you just smacked your tail into one of their houses.
>You apologize and check on the poor little pony in your hand.
>She's still out cold.
>You mosey on down the street, trying to avoid further collateral damage but of course ponyville isn't giant-monster-friendly so you hit a few things on the way.
>You spot what is obviously the local hospital and start towards it when another figure rises up behind it.
>Goddamnit, who invited this asshole?
>Mothra starts wailing in your direction.
>"Hey, AnonZilla, what up?"
"Oh, hey, Mothra, how's it hanging?"
>"Just doing my bug thing, you know what I'm saying? Oh, hey, you playing with ponies, bro? What are you, five? You're a massive faggot, aren't ya? Hahahahahahaha!"
>She stats tearing into the hospital building, causing a new eruption of screams.
>Damnit you hate Mothra.
>You look down to your helpless little pony, still unconscious, and run a finger over her mane.
>She's so adorably soft, hopefully she'll be okay soon.
>You put her down carefully and leer at that winged jerkwad, still terrorizing the little horses.
>You crack your knuckles and charge your atomic breath.
>Time to go beat on the bug.
>Again.
 
>To anyone who may have been dumb or unfortunate enough to stick around, the following conversation would have just been a series of SCREEEARGH's and WOOO WOOOOO's from the giant lizard and giant moth respectively.
>But to you, it was much more.
>You stomped right up to that clothes-eating bastard.
"Hey, Mothra!"
>The moth monster abruptly looks up as you encroach.
>"Yeah, dawg?"
"They're mine!"
>Whatever retort it might make was cut off as you cold clocked her.
>Your fist slammed into the bug's fuzzy face.
>She reeled, crashing through part of the building and drawing more than a few yells.
>You pushed forward and by the time Mothra recovered you were on it again.
>You picked the moth up in both arms as it tried to flex its wings to get airborn.
>"Yo, what are you doing, AnonZilla?!"
>You tossed that punk into a small copse of trees.
>Unfortunately the shock had won off and your nemesis was ready to go at it for real.
>Mothra goes skyward, fluttering for all its worth and begins yelling various obscenities at you.
>It began to flap its wings angrily and its antennae began to glow.
>You remember this move.
>You spat atomic death at your adversary and at the same time it fired a great beam from its antennae.
>When the resulting explosion knocked you on your ass, you knew it was about to get real.
>"Hahahaha," Mothra gloated, "I've gotten stronger since we last fought, and I know you don't have that much nuclear energy with you today; you can't fire your beam again for a while, but I sure can!"
>There's that giant laser moth beam glow again.
>You swiped up a tree and pelted her with it before she can charge up all the way, eliciting a fresh set of curses.
>"If I had hands I'd flip you off, AnonZilla!"
"While you're thinking about doing that... tree!"
>You toss tree after tree, forcing the moth to take evasive action.
>"Stop throwing trees at me, asshole!"
>Of course you continued anyway, because fuck Mothra.
>Unfortunately after your sixth throw, you reached down and found nothing in your grasp.
 
>"Run out of trees? Well how about some laser be-"
>You had waited long enough.
>You gave the bug some more of your trademark "atomic breath in the face" maneuver.
>The bug rushed you and you were thrown into a pitched wrestling match.
>It was true, Mothra had certainly gotten stronger than before, each beat of its wings caused a wind to blow through the town.
>The repeated ass kickings must have toughened it up for once.
>However, as you managed to get your foe into a headlock, you realized that if this continued, the ponies would be blown away.
>You toss the bug down the street, only to realize that this was a horrible move.
>It was in the direction of the little pony from earlier.
>You looked past the dazed moth to see her standing up, right off to its side.
>The terror on her face as the bug turned its head to look at her made your spines crackle.
>"Oh, who do we have here?"
>You break into a dead sprint at the sound of the pony briefly crying out.
>Tragically, you are too late.
>Mothra takes into the air again, dangling the tiny, frantic horse.
>"Got your toy! Hahahaha-no, stop struggling, I'm going to drop you!"
>You squint and sure enough, your little pony was doing her darnedest to put up a fight.
>You glance to your side and find a rather unassuming building that looks vaguely like a carousel.
>Oh look, it's your best friend in any situation; a throwable object!
>You lean down and peer inside the building.
>A tiny unicorn squeals and cries out.
>"Giant lizard!"
>A small green and purple dragon thing in front of her flexes.
>"Why yes, I have hit a growth spurt lately, Rarity."
>A familiar scream reminds you that you don't have time for this, and grab both occupants, taking them out as you go for your real prize.
>"My boutique!" the unicorn cries, and you grunt an apology.
"SCRARUEERGH"
>Of course the town starts panicking again.
>You shrug it off and take aim.
 
>You aim and toss that house like a boulder.
>Which is to say, you toss it like you toss everything else.
>Really hard.
>The pony, still screaming and squirming in the giant moth's grip, suddenly goes still.
>"House!"
>Mothra takes a second to react to the pony's warning and by then, it is too late.
>The building collides with the flying asshole and you dart forward.
>Out of the wreckage of a thousand fabrics, wood splinters, dresses and giant, falling bug, you spot a blur of live movement.
>Your pony!
>You lunge forward, diving to catch her.
>You come to a screeching halt, a trench of dirt kicked up in your trail.
>You carefully open the cage formed by your hands to find a little pony, scratched up and shaken from her ordeal, but alive.
>You smile and bring her close for a heartfelt apology.
"I'm so sorry for all this trouble miss pony, this must have been a terrible ordeal. I'd like to make it up to you somehow and-"
>Of course she hears something totally different.
"Rarrgh raooorgh; SCRAEERGH SKREERH RARRGH RORRR REEEEGH SCRAAGH RAARGH!"
>You're left holding an unconscious pony once more.
>Oh, right, need a doctor.
"SKREEGH-RAWWRG RAAH?!"
>The few bystanders who gaped at your display of affection are sent screaming again.
>These townfolk are very unhelpful.
>After a good thirty minutes of searching and polite requests for help, you just grab Mothra and haul the moron home.
>Hours later, a certain pony will wake up with a neatly brushed mane and tail, a mild headache, and a handwritten letter.
>She picks it up gingerly and reads its contents.
"SKREEEEERARGH! XOXOXOXO" - AnonZilla