Colors of a Rainbow - Spaghetti End

>As the gears grind and the screams of terror and pain are heard, Rainbow looks down, her eyes pinpricks.
>”H-he thinks my eyes are… beautiful…?” she mutters, trembling.
>Suddenly, an alarm begins to sound. All of the ponies look up at the machine.
>Doctor Atmosphere lets out a cackling laugh, standing above the machine. “Yes! YES! Work, my beautiful creation! GRIND HIM INTO DUST!”
>The machine, gears grinding and steam fizzling, continues pushing out red, bubbling liquid through its pipes.
>”No… Anon, what have I done?!” Rainbow cries out. “Why did you have to go and do that, you… you baka!”
>Everyone in the room goes silent.
>Almost instantly, a large crack begins to drag itself along the side of the machine, before bursting and spraying the red substance all over the pegasi.
>Rainbow screams out in sheer horror.
>…And from opening her mouth, is involuntarily forced to taste the liquid.
>Her cries stop, and she looks down in surprise.
>”Is this… tomato sauce?”
>As if the realization was like the opening of the flood gates, the machine itself begins to ooze out a strange, meaty substance in addition to the sauce.
>”Oh… oh my…” Doctor Atmosphere mutters, before he is caught in the eruption of sauce and meatballs, swept into the machine by the sheer amount of sauce.
>The machine lets out spurts and puffs of various Italian substances at random intervals; at this point, all of the pegasi are panicking, unsure of what to do.
>Rainbow, however, just stands there, baffled by all of this.
>And then… comes the noodles.
>The machine at this time has reached its breaking point, and is near to bursting forth with all of the spaghetti contained within.
>”I guess…” she mutters as chaos erupts all around her, “Humans really are made of food…”
>And then Rainbow was spaghetti.
>Good end.