[Hold the banana phone, this isn't how it was supposed to go! Be broken, darnit! He wanted a broken pony! The lord of disharmony fumes, turning a vibrant red as he glares at the pony.]

You looked much better in gray!

[Enough anger, though, Discord returns to his ordinary color, orchestrating more chaotic events--skies that changed every minute, migrating herds of mountains, tilt-a-whirl hills...]

I've won forever. And don't you worry, Twilight Sparkle, you'll live to see every minute of it.