I need to clean the toaster oven. Something in it caught on fire and burnt my hot dogs. And was a fire. Holy crap.
You guys have no idea how much I hate, hate, hate, the self-inserting 'Fluttershy is my gf lelelelelelelelelelel' bronies.
Is it the deep, burning rage that feels like a painful knot in your gut, and then spreads throughout your entire body until you feel like you're being burned alive?
Unfortunately, if they can figure out how, they usually do. I have similar feelings of discomfort regarding the concept. Thankfully, people tend to grow out of it.
BUT WHAT IF THEY DO. Fluttershy is too dang good for dem stupid butt. We can't talk about that. *someone* gets preachy about it, so *Passive-aggresively shush* - - Auto Merge - - Spoiler: wat.