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"You could always just... tell him to *squee!* off," Asmo suggested seriously.
"Wow." Asmo stood up. "That's actually annoying, unnecessary, and frankly silly."
Asmo pulled away. "Done. Drinks."
"Fine." Asmo moved the tentacle and kissed her.
"You're really gonna make me kiss you, huh?"
"So I'm copying Vinyl by proxy? That's unfortunate."
"Gonna be honest, I really don't wanna do that." He conjured a tentacle from the floor and blocked his face. "No offense. You're clearly copying...
"Awesome." He put his hoof to her chest. "Now why don't you buy me a drink? Maya won't take my money."
"Didn't know magic was natural." He shrugged.
Asmodeus took the hoof and shook it. "Nice to meet you, Vinyl 2.0. Gotta tell me what kind of glue you use in your mane."
He tilted his head. "The buck are you on about?" Maya snickered. "Hey, Asmo." Azrael shook his head. "Saber Scratch, this is Asmodeus. He is...
Maya smiled. "That's actually a super good idea." An exact replica of Saber walked in and sat next to Saber with a grin. It spoke in a male voice,...
Dusty swung the trap door open. Inside was a dark living room with soft, red carpet, a big, black couch, a fireplace, a huge bookshelf, a grand...
Dusty spread his wings out and flew straight up, landing on the roof. He immediately spotted a trap door with a padlock. "Can you pick this?"
Dusty looked down at it. "Hop on. We need to fly."
"I'm just looking to see if you still have that board sitting around."
Dusty stumbled forward. "Ouch. You've broken my ass."
"Did you ever think Azrael was a normal pony?" Dusty shook his head and stopped just outside the door.
