Alright, Pinkies, that super-duper meanie pants wants to take over Equestria, and it's up to us to stop him! Anypony have a suggestion?
We are but illusions, dreamed by the antediluvian Makers for their own amusement. All we do is at their behest, and when our capering ceases to amuse, we shall be cast unto oblivion.
Yeeesh, you're always such a gloomy doomy pants, Pinkamena! How about you, Diane?
Our RAGE consumes us. The interloper has HARMED that which we cherish. WE WILL DESTROY IT!
...Riiiiight. Pinkamena? Have you thought of anything yet?
Though all we endeavor to achieve is an exercise in futility, there is one recourse that may yet delay the inevitable, for a time.
Ooooo! I knew you'd think of something, Pinkamena! You're almost as smart as Twilight sometimes! What's your idea?!
OBLITERATE! ANNIHILATE! DISCOMBOBULATE!
No, Diane, our stratagem does not involve raining judgment upon our foes. Instead, our sole recourse is to engage in a merry jubilation of unprecedented intensity and scale.
...Waiiiit. You mean...?
That is correct.
YES! WE WILL PARTY WITH THE FURY OF A THOUSAND SUNS!!!
Great job, Pinkamena! This plan is BRILLIANT! I can't wait to tell the girls!