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01/21/12(Sat)03:46 No.33462924>>33462544
>After using Sriracha to spice up some leftovers you leave her on the counter and go off to catch back up on your late night computer browsing.
>Not being used to being left out of the fridge she decides to explore a little, she never got to see the outside for weeks after you bought her, she notices movement and sees another pony walk infront of her.
>Tabasco is not in the best of moods, when is she ever. She is in her own little world when she almost bumps into a larger, new pony that she has never seen on her counter before.
>Tabasco bristles at the new pony, immediately demanding the larger bottle explain why, how, and where it came from.
>Sriracha drops on her flank at the sudden string of questions and tries to put on a smile, offering a hoof. Only to get it slapped out of the way by the hot tempered firecracker in front of her.
>Sriracha tries to explain where she came from, how the owner of the house bought her weeks ago and this seems to make the smaller pony sour her face and come back even madder, her voice starting to crack as her normally subdued accent comes in full force as she looses most of her mental control. She begins screaming at the bewildered hot sauce that it cannot be true that she has been here for weeks before the owner brought her to his kitchen, she has never seen her before, she has to be lying. Sriracha tries to explain about the refrigerator before she is tackled by an irate Tabasco.
>You have just about enough time to realize the sound isn't coming from your computer when you hear the screaming and crashing from your kitchen.
>You enter to find Tabasco hanging off the counter, your tile floor below, Sriracha pacing back and forth in a state of shock, not sure of what to do.
>Grabbing Tabasco before she falls you put her back on the counter, only to grab her again as she makes another half attempted leap at the other pony with a sob filled yell. |
