Suddenly, a screech of white noise echoed throughout the chamber.
Uh, testing, testing? One two three? Can you hear me now? Okay. Ahem.
Welcome to the testing chamber of our behavioural sciences department! I apologise for our students earlier, they do rather enjoy being dramatic towards our test subjects. A throwback, if you will to the olden days where these very chambers were used to torture rebels against the glorious state. But do not worry. Thanks to recent developments in our OHS procedures, there is a mere 75% mortality rate in our test subjects, and 20% of those cases are quick and painless!
We at behavioural sciences would like to thank you once again for donating your sanity and general well-being to the pursuit of progress. All of ponykind is in your debt.
The sound of cheering ponies was heard as part of the floor opened to reveal a table with a small bottle with the label DRINK ME attached to it.
I, however, regret to inform you that one of the loaves you consumed was actually poisoned, but our chemestry department was kind enough to provide us with an antidote! However, due to budget restraints we were only able to acquire enough antidote for one pony, so use it spa- Huh? Excuse me for one moment.
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I have just been informed by our chemestry department that the potion works by binding with the toxin to make it harmless, but unless you have ingested the particluar toxin beforehand it is, in itself, lethal.
So, a basic test.
You have shared two loaves between the three of you.
One of the loaves is poisoned.
You have enough antidote for ONE pony.
Taking the antidote if not poisoned will kill you.
So ends the instructions. Good luck.
A blast of static, then silence.