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A band from a TV show?
Yeah, I'm bumping this. I want questions. Ask the hard questions, get the painful truth.
If we fought each other, could you handle my single-handed victory over your family and clan?
Totally said I would do this, then forgot. Just a quick rundown of all the users who have a character in the banner, so the new kids all know...
Double posting. Sorry. Even if you are leaving now, I personally feel you were more than active enough to be included. You earned it.
Azrael finally came back in, his senses regained. He took his place by the door, and squinted as he eyed Mat. "Liger..?"
"No, Mat, it didn't. Not while I have face to maintain, at least."
"Hmm. We must have never met. That doesn't happen."
"Hmm..." Dusty tilted his head. "Are you that pony I drank under the table?"
"It is. It's for footlongs."
"My toaster? That's odd..."
"That's a pretty nice *squee!*. Very detailed."
"You should make a *squee!*."
"Oh yeah? Of what?"
Asmo came back to her table. "What's all this?"
Dusty tilted his head as he looked over Mat. "You sound familiar..."
The cellar, entrance still hidden behind the bar, was surprisingly very large, with a lot of rooms. There was a section with several showers, a...
Dusty magic'd out a mug, filled with cider, and set it on the counter. "First drink is free." Maya nodded. "Should be in the cellar."
"It's an Equestrian bar, my friend. Sweet Apple Reserve?"
"I used to comply, too," Dusty replied simply.
