In her attempt to dodge the enclosed carriage careening drunkenly through the streets of Ponyville, Scootaloo fell off her scooter and into a rocky ditch. "Ow ow ow that's gonna smart even worse tomorrow ow!" She felt her head, where it felt like a rock had slammed into the orbit of her skull, just above her eye. "I think I'm bleeding ow ow ow. And my knee! And my other knee! And my wing! Ow."
As she sat in the ditch contemplating her various ows and how very ow they all were, something unexpectedly scooped her into the air. "Scooterpie! Oh, you poor, dear little chicken, what a terrible accident! I must fix you at once!"
Scootaloo squirmed around to face the most-likely-totally-insincere owner of that voice. "Discord! What the hay are you doing?"
"Language, my little chickadee," Discord said, holding Scootaloo in the air effortlessly with one paw. "Now that you've had your tragic, tragic accident—"
"I just fell off my scooter onto some rocks. I do it all the time!"
"—I must take you to my laboratory at once to fix you!"
"I don't need fixing! And—wait, laboratory? You have one of those?"
"Why, if Rainbow Dash were to see you in this horrifying state, she would cry! And I am assured by the mare herself that if she were ever to do anything as uncool as crying, the world would end! Quickly, little chicken! We need to attend to your injuries at once, to SAVE THE WORLD!"
"I am not a chicken!" Scootaloo complained.
"I suppose you are somewhat reminiscent of an emu, now that I look."
Without warning they were in a laboratory that looked like it came straight out of a comic book. Blinky lights, test tubes oozing green slime, strange looking devices… and a table, which Discord strapped Scootaloo down on before she could protest. "Hey!"
"Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit."
He reached down with some sort of metal blinking something or other and touched her injured eye.
"It's alive!" he shouted gleefully.
"Of course I'm alive! I just fell off my scooter!" Scootaloo tried to blink and found that only her good eye could close; the other eye was stuck open. "What did you do?" she asked frantically.
"Why, I've made you into a robot! Well, technically cyborg, but robot sounds better."
"No, not a what, a robot! Or technically cyborg. Here, have a look!" He conjured a mirror. The left side of Scootaloo's face was now covered with a partial mask of black metal, and where her eye had been was a glowing light that appeared to shine a beam, like a very narrow flashlight.
"Huh. That looks pretty cool, actually."
"And now for the important part!" Discord ripped the restraints off Scootaloo, picked her up and dumped her in a chair in front of what looked like two dozen screens. He then strapped her forehooves to the arms of the chair.
"Discord, what the hay are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious?" He brandished some sort of little black boxlike device at her, making Scootaloo recoil. "I'm preparing you to watch bad fanfic!"
"You keep saying what. That word, I do not think it means what you think it means."
"What does it mean, then?"
"Never mind. Watch the show!"
He pressed a button on the box, and the screens lit up.
WRITTEN, DIRECTED AND PRODUCED BY ALARA ROGERS
WITH VOICES PROVIDED BY THE REGULAR CAST OF MY LITTLE PONY
GUEST STARRING JOHN DE LANCIE AND WEIRD AL YANKOVIC
AND OCCASIONALLY SETH GREEN
BUT NOT SETH MACFARLANE BECAUSE HE'S A DICK
OKAY, WE LIED, HE'S IN ONE OF THE SKETCHES TOO
MY LITTLE PONY CREATED AND OWNED BY HASBRO
ROBOT CHICKEN CREATED AND OWNED BY STUPID MONKEY PRODUCTIONS
NO ACTUAL CHICKENS WERE MADE INTO ROBOTS DURING THE PRODUCTION OF THIS PARODY
Fwwwt is the sound of a channel changing.