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[Fniff]

A surprisingly good My Little Pony fanfiction about Twilight Sparkle being teleported into the real world and subsequently becoming a human, and dealing with the consequences. In the footnotes, there is actually drawings of what is happening in the fanfiction. They are also good.

[choobakka]

King says, "There is no way we are walking all the way back dragging this thing. Venite Nōs Domum!" The group and the creature are transported to the van. King opens the back of the van, and unlocks the cold iron and silver cage with a key he pulls from his hat. "Lift 'er in, Blankey. And hurry up, I want to get back to civilization before nightfall."

((OOC: Yay, dog-Latin! The best translation into the Lingua Latina I can do without a book! Expect a lot of very simple words... Also, a description of King: The Hat is a grey fedora with lighter grey pinstripes. It follows him. If he leaves it somewhere, it will turn up later. It has a Portable Hole (or maybe a bag of holding) in it. King himself looks like a combat-trained hipster. He always wears skinny jeans and high-tops, even when it would impede his movement. He wears t-shirts of the ironic variety, under a hoodie with mysterious symbols on the lining. The hoodie just looks cool. No magical powers. He's about 5'8, and is kind of skinny.))

[Fniff]

Blankey practically kicks the body into the van, and heads up into the driver's seat. Everyone gets in, and it is mostly uneventful until the spell wears off and Blankey starts bloody singing again.

"Spaaaaaaaaaace Knight! He's the guy you can count on! Spaaaaaaaaaace Knight! He has a really cool disco ball! Guitar solo! Duarn a nuh a nuh nuh nuh!"

[choobakka]

"TACĒ CAUDECIS!" Blankey's mouth closes. "Also, what were you going to do without these?" He says, pulling the keys out of his Hat. "I'm driving. Because it's MY van. The jeep belongs to you, and when we're in the jeep, you get to drive. Now get in the back."

[Fniff]

Blankey sighs, and steps into the back with the nasty seemingly decomposing creature.

[choobakka]

King puts the Hat back on, and begins driving the van towards the town they were hired by. "Are we getting payed? Because we better be getting payed. I'm not made of money, and this thing has awful mileage."

[Hubris Incalculable]

"Well, duh. we were hired by the gorram diamond-rich government of Botswana. you think we'll get paid?"

[choobakka]

"Remember the zombies in Birmingham? Alabama, that is. Those assholes didn't pay us. And we cleared the goblins from their cellar. I really don't like it when the undead don't pay me... Anyway, make sure we get payed in diamonds, gold, or Euros. Because I don't want to get one hundred pounds of Zimbabwean Federal Reserve notes again."

[Hubris Incalculable]

"I'm pretty sure president Ramotswe isn't undead, man. Anyway, we were promised... one sec, let me check this on my aPhone... 500 Pounds Sterling."

[choobakka]

"What kind of pounds? From what country? Because the last time this happened it was like Cote d'Ivoire pounds or something. Make sure it's British, will ya?"

[Fniff]

Blankey silently chuckled at Hugh's chinese rip-off of an Iphone, and got out his own I-phone, and played Tiny Wings.

[Hubris Incalculable]

"Pounds STERLING, king, as in the BRITISH POUND? And Blankey, wipe that smirk off your face. aPhone is just my nickname for this Android, OK?"

[Fniff]

Blankey felt the spell wear off again.

"Hey, can you guys pleaaaaaaaaaaase stop using wizard doos on me? My mouth feels sore, and I taste rust."

[choobakka]

"Great," King said as they neared the outskirts of the capital. "Now where do we have to dump off this carcass? Because I don't want this thing stinking up my van. And... Wait, did I lock the cage?" He said, as the corpse made a low growling sound. "Oh. Oh shit. This thing is coming back up. And I didn't lock it in." He stepped on the brakes and turned onto a dirt road, taking out his gun.

[Hubris Incalculable]

"Fine, Blankey. Just stop singing stupid songs."

"I think... we just drop it at the door of the government buildings and walk in fro the reward. better tie it down before it mutilates Blankey. not that I mind, of course, but it's bad press."