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01/22/12(Sun)17:33 No.33521816
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 "There. Done." Palette sat back with a satisfied sigh, looking down at her tablet as she fell deep into her recliner, the finished piece done on the widescreen above it. "Save as... and ... Done." Clopping her hooves together with glee, the artist got up to mix herself a new cup of steaming hot coffee, the wear of having gone through such a marathon this early giving her small bags beneath her eyes. Trotting out to the kitchen and switching on the boiler, she hummed softly to herself when suddenly a creaking came from the bedroom.
Quirking an eyebrow, the white-coated earth pony walked up to the fine oaken door, wondering what was causing the ruckus. The creaking intensified before a snapping of wood and shattering glass came from the other side. Flinging the door open, Palette was greeted with the sight of three stallions laying in a heap, one of them with a crowbar in his mouth as the other two berated him.
"You fuckin' idiot, Break-In!" "Are you fuckin' retarded, ye Goddessdamned oaf?" With his colleagues bashing him over the head in frustration, they didn't see the mare standing in the doorway, shocked at the particularly executed burglary. Trying to protect himself, Break-In shielded his fragile face with his forehooves, his friends' beatings battering down on him like hammers. Crowbar still in mouth, he tried to mutter an apology, "I'm sorry, lads! At least I got us in, right?" By chance, he peered out of the corner of his eye, spotting Palette where she stood. Turning to one of the colts still half-heartedly taking swipes at him, "You blame me Spyglass, but you said th' place was fuckin' empty. Look over there, you bell end." Pointing at Palette, three sets of beady eyes fixated on her.
The third stallion nickered, "Th' fuck are you mules waiting for, an invitation?" They looked up at him, "Get 'er!" |
