>head to adoption center to rescue a fluffy pony
>cute girl working at counter
>you a sweating
>you mumble “I’d like to adopt a fluffy pony”
>she doesn’t hear you
>”I’d like to adopt a fluffy pony”
>you’re stammering
>you’re incomprehensible
>she asks what’s wrong
>start crying
>fart
>you smell marinara
>spaghetti floods out of your pocket
>you hear a great crashing, the clopping of tiny hooves on tile
>you are swarmed by fluffy ponies
>eating your pocket spaghetti
>you feel a surging in your chest as the fluffies eat your pasta
>confidence growing
>neckbeard shrinking
>you stand up from the horde
>you are a newly minted Adonis with a pocket full of horses
>all thanks to fluffy ponies loving spaghetti