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08/26/11(Fri)05:55 No.29086180>>29086159
I was not prepared for this. I dive under the nearest table, and shout, "RATTATATAT TATATAT!" while miming holding a machine gun.
"Pew! Ping! Pew!" She has a shield, and not a shot gets through. "Kazummmmm..." she retorts, powering up some sort of ray.
Snails looks this way and that. I shout, "Get down, you fool!" but it's too late, because she switches her aim to him at the last second-
CRASH! The roof above her breaks, as Snails uses his horn for reals!
I jump out from under the table, tearing off my mask and cape. "Miss!" I shout, as I leap to the pile of rubble, but the other adults who were there to buy snacks are already pulling the wood and insulation off of her.
She's dazed, but grinning. "That was fun!" she says, and everyone breathes a sigh of relief.
But then two of the stallions stand guard over me and Snails as one of the other ladies goes to tell our parents.
This is not good.
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"But mooooom," I whine, bringing my eyebrows together in what I hope is an expression of supplication.
"You nearly killed that poor mare and almost tore down the building," she says, unmoved.
"But that was Snaaaails," I say, trying to play on her sympathy. "This isn't faaaaair."
"Stop whining, Snips, you are grounded for a month, and that's the end of it!" She puts her hoof down, and I realize that is indeed the end of it. "I don't want you to leave this house except for school and not another word or it'll be two months! And Snails will NOT be coming over at all."
I grumble, and turn around to head to my room. "Yes, mother." |
