How many Ponks does it take to change a lightbulb?

> Be Anon
> And right now this fucking light bulb is pissing you off.
> It's constantly flickering.
> You feel a migraine coming up.
> You swear that it's doing it on purpose.
> On. Off. On. Brighter intensity of on. Blue. Off.
> Freaking Celestia! Stop it already!
> ON OFF ON ON ON ON OFF ON
> That's it.
"PINKIE!" you scream across the room.
> A certain pink mare pokes her head out from doorway of the den.
> "Yes Nonny?" she asks you while giving off a giggle.
> She beams a smile at you.
> You swear that shit is almost as bright as the light bulb.
"Could you do me a favor a change this light bulb? It's giving me a migraine and you know what happens to humans when they get migraines."
> Her smile falters a bit.
> Her mind wanders to the image of a big green mean Anon smashing Sugar Cube Corner.
> She gulps.
> "Sure thing Nonny, I'll be back before you can count to one!" and with that she dashes off.
> Surely enough she does return before you can count to one.
> On her snout is a light bulb.
> How she carries that shit without dropping it you'll never know.
> She grabs (?) onto the light bulb with a hoof and proceeds to jumps towards the light socket.
> You watch her for a while.
> The sight of her jumping up and down is amusing to you, also the fact that her rump jiggles everytime she lands is a bonus.
> Yeah, you've been here in ponyland for way too long.
> After a brief (yet satisfying) display she settles down.
> She just sits there for a few seconds, contemplating on how she can solve this dilemma.
> You start to feel bad for the mare.
"Pinkie, if you want I could-" she jumps up suddenly, not even allowing you to finish you sentence.
> "I GOT IT!"
> She strikes a triumphant pose and pulls out her party cannon.
> She begins to load the light bulb into the cannons shaft.
> 'Oh no' Is your only thought at this point.
"She wouldn't" you say to yourself.
> She aims the cannon towards the ceiling and proceeds to pull the string fuse.
"NO! PINKIE, DON'T!" You scream, but it’s too late.
> The bulb is sent flying through the air, hurtling towards the flickering annoyance.
> The bulbs meet in a glorious clash of glass and confetti.
> Shards of glass and  pieces of colored paper rain down from the ceiling.
> You cover Pinkie Pie with your body.
> A few shards hit your back.
> You are pretty sure that by now you look like a fucking porcupine.
> After the explosion, all that is left is a dark room and a floor littered with glass and streamers.
> Both of you just stand in the dark.
> Both of you are stuck there for various reason.
> You were in a daze. Too stupefied at what had happened to even begin moving.
> Pinkie was stuck there because, well... it was dark and glass was everywhere.
> You turn to Pinkie.
"Pinkie, how the hell are we going to clean this place? Its pitch black" you say this with a slightly annoyed tone.
> You know that migraine you were trying to avoid? It has you by a choke hold and is squeezing your head like a grape.
> So much for relaxing.
> Pinkie thinks for a moment before finally smiling and looking up at you.
> "I've got it Nonny!"
> Pinkie Pie brings her hooves to her mouth and makes a whistling sound.
> And with that a light bulb seemingly pops out of its socket.
> You stare dumbfounded.
> 'Ah... fucking physics breaking cartoon logic.'
> You head hurts too much to question anything.
> You and pinkie proceed to pick up the shattered glass, careful not to cut yourself.
> After an hour or so the both of you finish and you return to relaxing in the den.
"Fina-fucking-ly." you say as you breathe out and begin to relax.
> As you say that the light bulb above you begins to flicker.
"FUCKING FUCK!"
> Just another day in "shitty electrical wiring" Equestria.