It’s Twilight’s birthday today and Pinkie had invited her over to her house to celebrate. It turns out that Pinkie isn’t the only one who loves cake so much and it was a good thing she had baked loads for such an occasion.
 
Twilight: Mm-mmm! I don’t know how you do it Pinkie, but these cakes taste amazing.
 
Pinkie: Aw well, I wanted to give you the best of the best for your very special day.
 
Twilight eats up the last bits of cake of her plate, then walks over to a living room chair to rest.
 
Twilight: (sigh) (gasp) Whoa! My belly is huge! No wonder this chair feels tight. Pinkie, how much cake did I eat?
 
Pinkie: Oh, enough to keep you satisfied for this long.
 
Twilight: Oh jeez. Well, I certainly know what invention I’ll make next: a machine that’ll make me lose all this weight. Oof. Hhhnnngg! (Sigh) As soon as I get out of this chair.
 
Pinkie: That’s good. I’ll bring in some more cake in the meantime.
 
Twilight: Pinkie, no!
 
Pinkie: Oh, they’re not for you, silly, they’re for me. I’m fine if you’ve had enough. I’m just not letting the rest of these delights go to waste.
 
Twilight: (sigh) Pinkie, Pinkie, Pinkie. I’ll make sure this machine will be big enough for you one day.