>"Oh no, not again."
>You barge into the library, causing as much noise as possible.
>Twilight usually doesn't like you due to your blatant disregard for physics. Today is no exception.
"Hey, Twilight! I just figured out how to do something else!"
>You slip on the thick leather glove and hold your hand out.
>She looks at you with a mixture of irritation, scepticism and expectancy.
"Since heat is just vibrations of molecules and so on and so forth, if I shake my hand really fast, it should catch on fire!"
>A single raised eyebrow.
>You take a deep breath, and start to shake your hand violently.
>And sure enough, seconds later, your hand bursts into flames.
>Twilight recoils from the flames. Really, she should have expected this.
>"Ah! Fire hazard!"
>You are quickly removed from the building by her damned telekinesis. To be fair, it was probably a bad idea to set your hand alight inside a library in the first place.
>Tossing the still flaming glove from your hand onto the ground and stomping the flames out, you amble back into the library.
>You are now Anon Yttri Mous, interior decorator extraordinaire.
"I find your library to be remarkable in it's complete and utter organisation. In fact, I will remark on it. Your library is boring and needs more floating things."
>Twilight is still frazzled and wide-eyed, and as such offers no resistance to you removing the books from their shelves, one by one, and placing them firmly in the air a few inches away from the bookshelves.
>You get an entire shelf done before Twilight snaps out of it and, for the second time in five minutes, tosses you outside with her damned telekinesis.
>Lousy telekinesis, being all capable of manipulating objects from a distance!
>You holler at the library.
"I'll be back later!"
>Several hours later, you find yourself making modern art.
>Well, that's what you claim to be doing, all you're really doing is drumming up business for Applejack's apple stall.
>Whether she wants you to or not.
>You get another bowl, wide and wooden, and place it at an angle in mid-air a short way off the table.
>Then, you get a number of apples, and place them trailing upwards from the bowl.
>The effect you're going for is that a bowl full of apples has been knocked off the table and was frozen in time.
>Applejack doesn't approve very much.
>"Ah don't feel safe with you doin' that. Feels like witchcraft."
"Well then, you obviously know absolutely nothing about true art. And besides, there's not a single iota of magic being used to hold any of the apples aloft."
>"That's what worries me. At least with Twi you know there's something normal involved. This just don't feel natural."
>Placing the final apple at the apex of the sculpture, you stand back and marvel for a moment.
>And then on to the next sculpture.
>You grab an entire barrel of apples and place it fairly high up, taking the lid off.
>Then, you take a bunch of the apples out and place them so they look like they've fallen out of the barrel.
>Now you need a string...
"Hey, Applejack! Mind if I have a few of your tail hairs?"
>"Now whut in the world do you need that for?"
>Not dignifying such a preposterous question with an answer, you pluck a hair out.
>She yelps and jumps, but that doesn't matter.
>You tie the string to the barrel balloon and hold the other end.
>The next few hours are filled with advertising.
>The outlandish decorations are a bit off-putting at first, but once everypony realises that they won't tumble over any time soon business booms.
>Everypony that wanders past gets an apple from your balloon as a free sample. It's great.
>But, by late afternoon, you get bored. You tie the barrelloon to the stand and wander off in search of more weird shit to do.
>Eventually you make it back to Twilight's library. You couldn't find anything interesting to do.
>It is time to plan your break-in.
>You think for a moment before completely ditching the idea of a plan.
>You look up at the highest window on the treebrary. That is your target.
>You hop up and grab a hold of the air tightly.
>Then you swing your other hand up to a bit higher than that.
>Air ladder, go!
>A brief climb later and you are staring into Twilight's bedroom. She is sleeping peacefully. 'twould be a shame if she woke up.
>You oh so quietly open the window, and slipperily step into the silent sanctum.
>With a quietness that can only be achieved by literally not touching the floor, you make your way down to the library proper.
>It's uninteresting order is maddening.
>Sliding up to one of the bookshelves you begin your interior decorating once again.
>Twilight wakes up the following morning to find you sleeping on a cloud of books, a good three feet off the ground.
>Besides that, most of the books have been placed in their usual order, but out a foot and in an upwards spiral.
>Pieces of blank paper are placed in the air as sort of stepping stones, in a spiral staircase formation.
>And to top it all off, all of the furniture that was once held to the ground is now on the ceiling.
>You awaken to Twilight screaming at the top of her lungs.
>Sliding off your masterfully constructed bed, you tap your purple alarm clock on the top of the head.
>"How did you get in here! The door was locked!"
>You scratch your head and rub your eyes. She was being bothersome.
"There was a crack at the bottom."
>"What?!"
"A crack. At the bottom of the door. I got in through there."
>She is silent, her mouth hanging open.
"So, are you going to teach me how to do telekinesis, or what?"