"Ok, now I what I want you to do is-", I suddenly turn into Margret Thatcher, "Gimme me a kiss!", I (now Margret Thatcher) force myself upon Real Tox.
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"You cannot escape my love, Martin!", Waffles Thatcher says coming toward Real Tox.
[HEADING=2]Meanwhile, outside of Tox's imagination[/HEADING]
"Wow, in-fucking-credible.", I say as I watch Tox spazz out on the floor.
[HEADING=2]Meanwhile, outside of Tox's imagination[/HEADING]
"Wow, in-fucking-credible.", I say as I watch Tox spazz out on the floor.
Sage: "Don't worry about it."
Justin and I sit Martin down in a chair.
Justin: "So... What do we do with him?"
Sage: "I'm half-inclined to just leave him here, but it looks like he's got diabetic ketoacidosis. He's going to need insulin shots if we want to keep him alive."
Justin: "How do you know he has that?"
Sage: "I spent three days trying to break out of a hospital. I know my stuff. Also, he's vomiting and foaming blood and 7 Up at the mouth. Not exactly a good sign."
Justin and I sit Martin down in a chair.
Justin: "So... What do we do with him?"
Sage: "I'm half-inclined to just leave him here, but it looks like he's got diabetic ketoacidosis. He's going to need insulin shots if we want to keep him alive."
Justin: "How do you know he has that?"
Sage: "I spent three days trying to break out of a hospital. I know my stuff. Also, he's vomiting and foaming blood and 7 Up at the mouth. Not exactly a good sign."
"12, Sage." I say.
[HEADING=1]IN A SPACESHIP[/HEADING]
I look at Tox, confused, "What did I say?"
[HEADING=1]IN A SPACESHIP[/HEADING]
I look at Tox, confused, "What did I say?"
I throw a bottle at Whiskey at Tox...'s head, "Sorry, when I'm drunk when I get violet."
"I think you mean that the other way around.", Tox says rubbing head.
I take a swig from my bottle, "No I don't."
"I think you mean that the other way around.", Tox says rubbing head.
I take a swig from my bottle, "No I don't."
Feel your pain, bro
[HEADING=1]AT THE STATION![/HEADING]
"Twelve? Good. That saves us a trip to the hospital. I'm going to search the place for weapons, ammo, maybe a ride out of here. Stay here and watch him, will you?"
I walk upstairs. The door leading to the upstairs office is locked. I break the glass with the butt of my gun and unlock the door. Stepping inside, I find a laptop. I begin to type...
[HEADING=1]AT THE MALL![/HEADING]
NaR and I continue to travel down the stairwell. We finally reach sub-level 2,378.
RaN: "We're making good time. If we don't stop, we might make it down in a few hours."
NaR: "I... hate... stairs..."
NaR drops to the floor and falls asleep. Deciding against waking him up, I pull out my guitar and play a short tune.
I fall asleep near the end of the song.
[HEADING=1]IN CANTERLOT![/HEADING]
Suddenly, a cloth sack is thrown over my head.
RaN: "Here we go."
[HEADING=3]THIRTY MINUTES LATER![/HEADING]
I wake up in the Office of Truth. Ghost and Roach are sitting in front of me.
RaN: "Hey guys. Haven't seen you in a while."
"Twelve? Good. That saves us a trip to the hospital. I'm going to search the place for weapons, ammo, maybe a ride out of here. Stay here and watch him, will you?"
I walk upstairs. The door leading to the upstairs office is locked. I break the glass with the butt of my gun and unlock the door. Stepping inside, I find a laptop. I begin to type...
[HEADING=1]AT THE MALL![/HEADING]
NaR and I continue to travel down the stairwell. We finally reach sub-level 2,378.
RaN: "We're making good time. If we don't stop, we might make it down in a few hours."
NaR: "I... hate... stairs..."
NaR drops to the floor and falls asleep. Deciding against waking him up, I pull out my guitar and play a short tune.
I fall asleep near the end of the song.
[HEADING=1]IN CANTERLOT![/HEADING]
Suddenly, a cloth sack is thrown over my head.
RaN: "Here we go."
[HEADING=3]THIRTY MINUTES LATER![/HEADING]
I wake up in the Office of Truth. Ghost and Roach are sitting in front of me.
RaN: "Hey guys. Haven't seen you in a while."
/me dons hipster glasses
I used an Ipod touch to mall fight before it was cool
I used an Ipod touch to mall fight before it was cool
[HEADING=1]IN EQUESTRIA![/HEADING]
In his defence, the guard pony know known simply as 'Nightstick' wasn't the sharpest stick in the bunch, but, then again, it didn't take much brains to watch cells, most of which went unoccupied for long periods of time. It wasn't what you would call a good job, but it was a job none the less. So, in his defence, when the human in the only occupied cell on the block had called him over, asking for his phone call, he hadn't expected him to have a piece of explosive dessert, the most dangerous dessert he had ever seen where his grandma's rock cakes, which where lethal at 20 meters. So, you see, it wasn't his fault that he had copped an explosive muffin surprise.
I step over the body of the guard, looking both ways down the hallway, I check if he's still alive. He is, and I quickly drag him into my cell, and lock the door, taking his keys and nightstick. I, for no particular reason, head right, sticking to the wall like gum to a shoe.
I reach the staircase with no notable trouble, and head up them two at a time, not wishing to stretch my luck. When I get to the door to the lobby, I find it locked. "Well damn" I mutter, and continue up the stairs to the first floor, hoping there's a way back to the ground floor from there. My foot steps make no sound on the carpet as I slink down the hallway, making my way to the far end. When I'm about halfway there I hear voices, and footsteps coming from that direction. I glance at the door next to me and, mentally crossing my fingers, quickly open it and go inside. I look around the office inside, and deduce that it belongs to whoever's in charge. I mentally scold myself, using several words not suitable enough to publish. As this mental conversation is going on, the large expensive chair, behind the equally large, expensive desk, swivels around, revealing a lime green pony wearing a calculating expression on her face.
"At last we meet Mr...Knife, or do you prefer Twenty Eight?"
I grab my blade and my half drunk Whiskey bottle and head out the spaceship with an angry swagger.
I choke Ren with my sheathed blade, "What happens when I drink!? I wanna know!", I start falling, "Shit!", I somehow land on my feet.