Morb


                                            >Day "cut to the chase" in Equestria

                                            >An assumedly autistic yellow-haired, pink-maned pony is screaming on your porch

                                            >Or, you know she's screaming

                                            >But screaming for her is about the same volume as polite conversation for anyone else

                                            >"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa", she screams

                                            Fluttershy, please stop. I just want to get the mail.

                                            >Beyond her, by your front gate, Derpy waves at you

                                            >You take a step forward, and Flutterbutt tries to nip at your ankle, making you stumble backwards

                                            >She looks up at you for a moment, pleading

                                            >"S-stand b-b-back, Anon! I'm b-beginning to morb!"

                                            >Before going right back to clenching her eyes shut and yelling at your porch

                                            >"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

                                            Fluttershy, come on. This is dumb.

                                            >"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

                                            I don't even like Morbius.

                                            >"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

                                            You don't even like it either. You were so busy hating on the movie with me that you didn't even try anything in the theater.

                                            >"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

                                            >Back at the front gate, Derpy has gotten so uncomfortable that she's begun trotting in place

                                            "Hey Derps", you yell across the yard, "just hold it for me at the post office, I'll come by later!"

                                            >A look of relief snaps onto her face before she hightails away from your gate

                                            >You back inside and close the door

                                            >Stupid Morbius