One does not simply walk into the villains' bedroom. Its black inhabitants are guarded by more than just creaky floorboards. There is evil there that almost always sleeps, and the Great Fausticorn is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, littered with blocks, plushies, and a toy lawnmower. When someone needs a diaper change the air you breathe is literally poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand ponies can you raise them; this is lollipop.