Rarity realized how hungry she was and hurried home, releasing a few small farts along the way. Growing hunger gnawing at her stomach, she broke into a sprint for the last few blocks, her healthy lifestyle having paid off nicely. Finally, she rushed through the door and, dropping her saddlebags on the floor, darted into the kitchen and threw open the refrigerator.
"No, carrots are too healthy, cupcakes are too unhealthy, oranges are too orange... Aha!" She shouted, opening the fridge freezer with her magic to discover several tubs of ice cream. She always kept some around for her time of the month, plus any other emergencies requiring the rapid imbibing of comfort food.
Rarity looked at the ice cream buckets and declared:
"I'll only eat a little. Must watch my figure."
She levitated one out of the freezer, shut the door, and sat down at the table. Ripping off the lid and levitating a tiny spoon towards the contents, Rarity took a dainty bite of ice cream. As soon as the pink substance passed her lips, however, she tossed the spoon aside and shoved her face into the bucket.
Ten minutes later, she fell back in her seat and burped loudly.
"Oh my, out already? I thought I had enough to last any emergen-" She looked down to discover twelve empty tubs strewn across the floor, as well as an unpleasant side effect: Her belly. With her entire depression stash depleted, it had swollen to the size of a big plump soccer ball, covered in melted ice cream.
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