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Asmo let the bottle fall. "What, Arch making you that mad already?"
Asmo noticed this and rolled his eyes. "A pill head near alcohol? The hell was Maya thinking?"
"Guess we should clear the stage then. And you." She pointed at Saber. "Chill pill, girl."
"I'm Raven, I've got a concert at eight, and nice to meet you, too."
Twelve hours!
"Hate crimes?" Raven's eye twitched. She quickly regained her cool, however. "Uhh... sure. Thanks. Not totally sure why there's a damn zeppelin...
"I know, right?" Raven turned to Saber. "Hey, you don't look like you're with the crowd. Work here?"
Raven pointed up at the zeppelin. "Hey, guys! Who wants to see me put a hole in that piece of garbage?"
Asmo sighed. "Either way. There's a talented young mare rehearsing outside. Even I wouldn't interrupt that. Does that thing have a non-distracting...
"No!" Asmo snapped. "That's like saying you can set up a camera in someone's house after a restraining order! Make up your mind!"
"Oh... what the actual hell, Architect? I thought you were banished from this world, you lying twat!" Raven paused her playing and looked up....
"I like mine raw. Tastes kinda like veal."
"Yeah, no. Forget the Fiesta, and the femstallion's Toyota."
"Yeah, that's what I said. A cannibal and a nymph? Good gods, you're an interesting thing."
"Yeeees you have, I can see it in your face. I'm not here to judge, though. Probably dead when you found them, right?"
"Hey. Hey, Arch. I was kidding. College ponies taste like light beer and cigarettes anyway. Ew."
No, because nobody knows how long it's going to be.
Here's the thing. You really don't know. My grandparents didn't think my dad would be into guns, so they never taught him safety. Then when he was...
"Coolio." He switched back to his proper form. "Oh hey, Saber, if you haven't spaced out again, I think Arch wants you to have this note about a...
Asmo looked over at Nightshade. "Hey, Night. If the college kids get rowdy, can I eat them?"
