>pissed off by the end of Mass Effect 3
>go to Bioware main offices and demand to speak to the writing staff
>you are ushered into the writers room
>you don't believe your eyes
>room is full of fluffy ponies, playing, eating spaghetti, and generally being adorable
>"These are the writers?" you ask
>"Oh no. These are just the guys who write our endings."
>choruses of "star chiwd" and "sinfessin" sound around the room
>realize that you have had your jimmies rustled by fluffy ponies
>spaghetti starts falling out of pockets
>fluffy ponies eat spaghetti
>one of them looks up at you
>"shepawd dwons"