The blue and purple alicorn had made bad poopies and his fate was sealed.
“YOU FUCKING SHAT ON THE GROUND AGAIN?! YOU FUCKING DISGRACE PIG RAT!”
The alicorn shivered in fear and pissed himself.
His owner picked him up by the scruff of his neck. His wings flapped uselessly.
“That’s it! You’ll spend 10 minutes in the metal sorry box!”
“SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! HUWTIES! PWEASE NU BAD UPSIES! PWEASE!”
Then his owner’s words went through the fluffy’s head. Alicorns were smarter than normal fluffies and this one knew what time measurements were.
“Onwy ten minutes? Otay, am weawy sowwy, Daddeh.”
Then the alicorn screamed in pain as he was thrown into the metal sorry box. It had to be opened from the front with a semi-transparent front door.
“We’ll see if you’re still feeling that cocky in 10 minutes, shitrat!”
The alicorn’s owner reached over to the front of the metal sorry box and started typing into the keypad on it. Because it wasn’t a sorry box, it was a microwave.
Over the next 10 minutes the alicorn was cooked by microwave radiation, which as everyone knows is the same thing as your cells getting sodomized by cactus covered in Carolina Reaper peppers.
“SCREEEEEE!!! WOWSTEST BUWNIE HUWTIES!!! NU WIKE! HEWP HEWP!!! WET FWUFFY OUT!!!”
The mostly-melted alicorn chirped in pain as the timer went off to signal that 10 minutes were up.
His owner looked at him through the semi-transparent front door, then clicked the “Sodomize for Real” button most modern microwaves have. It’s located just under the “Reheat Perfectly” button.
This was a fitting and proportionate punishment for the alicorn having made bad poopies.