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Hey, Common Sense! I'm the cool kids around these parts, yo. <puts on shades and snapback>
Oh, not at all.
<metal riff> Got 99 problems, but a *squee!* ain't one! I peg her as more of a thrash metal musician. Megadeth and Slayer certainly come to mind....
"Young? What are you, like, twenty-three?"
Isn't that a hip-hop song? I could be wrong here.
Raven glanced at Nightshade. "I'd like to buy that sweet piece of flank a beer."
Unable to write lyrics to save my life. I miiight just have to use actual songs and pretend they're Raven's.
"Sweet. Thanks, hon." She turned back to the bartender. "Can I get a beer?"
"Just them and their instruments. I've got a way of helping ponies learn notes quick."
"Like a drummer, bassist and rhythm guitarist?"
"Might need to go fish out my electric," she replied. "Then I might need an amp or two. I'd sound a lot better if I still had a band, but eh,...
That last one. If it's Toaster Hetfield, it has to be.
<TRP is the table>
Saberscratch88 is mine. Try to take him, and I'll put you through a table. Anyway, what's up, everypony?
Not sure this is the right place.
I'm curious about that, too. I only contact her to bother her about the banner, though.
"Bottle." He grabbed the bottle and started downing it. He took a break and stared at the old pony. "Oh, my. You've driven me to this."
Yeah, sorry. I don't feel comfortable hitting NAVI up like, "Suddenly, new ponies!" Maybe next time I fund a thing you can take part.
"Eugh." Asmo rested his head on the bar. "One of these days. All the rum. I'll need all the rum. Put it on Stuffy's tab."
"Nah, you never once said... nevermind. Maybe stop having fun became code for I'll ignore you recently."
