YMMV / Twilight The Third

• Crazy Is Cool: Pinkie Pie. As usual.
  Pinkie Pie took a deep breath and started playing. Everyone, pony, griffon, and wolf, stopped. The music floated through the air in the way bricks don't, and impacted the ear in the way bricks do. Every note was physically painful, like Pinkie Pie was playing a tortured animal instead of a brass instrument.
  The Timber Wolves ran away, howling with displeasure. Pinkie kept playing until Rarity grabbed the sax in her magic and threw it into the brush.
  "What in Tartarus was that?!" Rarity demanded, shivering with disgust. "I've never heard such a horrid thing."
  "Well, that's why I wanted a flugelhorn, obviously," Pinkie Pie said. "I bought my sax from somepony in Shetland. It was raised by bagpipes and still tries to sing like they do."