> Admit it, you're worried about how much your hairline is receding
> Decide to do something about it
> Get a prescription for Rogaine
> One day, you forget to push the bathroom door all the way shut
> Fluffy pony gets in
> Looks at all the pretty bottles, imagining the delicious drinks they have inside them
> Chooses the Rogaine bottle first
> Chugs the entire thing
> Fluffy pony doesn't feel so good
> Her stomach is grumbling
> She starts frothing at the mouth, then convulsing
> Starts to rapidly grow in size
> She's soon bigger than the bathroom
> The walls strain, and then buckle
> Eventually, fluffy pony is twenty stories tall
> She wears the remains of you house like a hat
> Fluffy pony doesn't realise she's grown
> She thinks she in very detailed doll's town
> “New toys!” she babbles, batting cars to and fro with her hooves
> She hugs several buildings, causing them to collapse
> The military is called in
> Small arms fire and artillery can't penetrate Fluffzilla's dense fluff
> The military resorts to an air strike
> Napalm rains down on Fluffzilla
> Her fluff ignites
> She starts running in panicked circles, trampling the remains of your hometown and setting the ruins on fire
> Eventually, she charges in to the sea in an effort to douse the flames
> She succeeds, but her fluff becomes waterlogged
> Fluffzilla drowns
> You think maybe you'll just start shaving your head