This is like the fat kid's equivalent of that poster with a rose and some ballet shoes on a piano in a little girl's bedroom.
I never knew the Empire employed ponies in battle! Vicious!
I'll dock you half a point for not using an actual Pop Tart!
Whoa what was in that punch the clown gave me?
Yes! A proper Pop Tart for the best Nyan Cat Cake yet!
It could be worse, it could be dead mice and arsenic. Rainbows! I'll take it! Oh god, it tastes like cheese! FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
Faster, Nyan Cat! To the butter store!