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Asmo was startled, wondering why he didn't see that coming. Fake Asmo struggled to look up. "You think... this'll stop me... from coming for you...
"Then explain to me why this little pseudo me," he hoof'd fake him in the nose before standing up, "is such a pushover." Rage and confusion were...
Another round. Maya drunkenly laid her head on Dusty's chest. "I hope you realize I'm winning this," said Dusty.
"This is ninety percent alcohol, Dusty! Are you feeling anything yet, you little heavyweight?" "Nope." With that, he used his very useful hands to...
"Round two," said Dusty, pouring the second shots. The couple took their shots, and Maya suppressed a small burp. Dusty was still completely...
Fake Asmo tried to grab the real one's face, but immediately caught a hoof to the jaw. "Stay down! Stuffy, you might be right, but they want us dead."
The two Asmos charged, but the real one was able to overpower the fake one, using the fake's own momentum to throw him to the ground. "Don't...
Arranged were the shot glasses. Maya poured the drink into each glass. Dusty and Maya took their shots. Both were unphased.
"That just makes me more excited to try. Rectified spirit. You in?"
One the tentacle retracted, the real Asmo landed on his feet, while the fake took a second to stand up. "I was gonna make it quick," said fake...
"What an excellent vocabulary," Dusty quipped.
A minotaur dropped down on top of Asmo, spinning on its back and forcing him into a sleeper hold. Asmo was a bit disoriented by the impact....
"It's like you've swapped places," fake Asmo said. "Looks like your current form is too complicated for me." He switched into fake Stuffy, tried...
"Hold on Patches, are these impostors even threats?" Fake Asmo spoke, "So this is what I really am? Look how many ponies you slaughtered, you...
Poison x Disturbed
"Patches, is there something you're not te-" The figures dropped in front of them. One was another Stuffy, the other was the cat form Asmo was...
"I guess I just figured everyone has." Two figures were watching from the rooftops, but the fog was just too thick to figure out what they were....
Asmo led on towards Canterlot Castle as a thin fog set in. "What, never been to Canterlot before?"
"Hey Mat, whaddya say me, you and Dusty have a drink-off? Think you're stallion enough, dude?" "Not the worst idea I've heard all day."
"I feel like this would make too much sense for Him, but He probably expects us to think like that, so we could check the throne room."
