[Well, Discord is currently outside, his head somehow wedged into one of the many birdhouses that sat around the area. The occupants of said bird house were swarming him, chirping angrily, although he paid them no mind.

He continued to struggle before finally snapping his fingers. The birdhouse then disappeared in a burst of light, only to appear upside down on a nearby fence.]

Fluttershy. Oh, thank goodness. I seem to be having a problem with my eyes.

[Truthfully, he is. He's looking around blindly, trying to figure out where the soft voice of his friend is coming from.]

Is it possible that somepony has turned off the sun? Hmph, a rather boring strategy if you ask me.