"Hey!" The unicorn screamed, trying to block the can in which was thrown into the direction of the canine clone. "Nobody hurts my friends!" Drawing out a lifesaver, the unicorn balanced it in its mouth, staring at the cans. "SCREW THIS!" it screamed, whipping out a laser and rapidly blasting the cans while screaming "PEW PEW PEW, 'MERICA."
Smoke thickened the air, lights flashed, a blinding glow rose around the room, and when it finally died down and the gray cleared, a figure could be seen. A shadow with a laser. And finally, the air was fresh once more, and Vickie Rowz - the awesome unicorn- stood awesomely in the center of dead cans piled on top of each other. The battle was won. The cans were dead. And Vickie had swag.
She blew off the smoke from her laser like a boss.