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Black Friday is a nightmare.
Asmo reentered the bar in the morning, wearing a grey suit and shades. After checking to make sure no overnight ponies stole anything, he took his...
"Well, I split him up the middle, if you ever saw the carcass. Not intentionally. Simply instinct." He shrugged. "It was quick, if not clean."
"One and only. Split him wide open."
Navaja sighed. "I feel you on the last one. Maybe I should try the dead one's approach..."
[IMG] I am right behind you, Nightshade. *leg growing back slowly* I suppose they don't understand my one stipulation.
"By the gods," said Azrael, "is there anything you cannot do?"
Is it worth a look?
*Azrael teleports out of the way, his dark magic blackening the room for a split second as he does so*
(Oh hey, since you took time to post already. Your go.)
(When did Arch say he was piloting the ship?)
The customer is rarely right.
We can certainly time skip to morning.
Azrael and Navaja stopped dead in their tracks. In unison, "Cannonball Run?!"
Azrael nodded. "Indeed. Rather not be escorted out as a trespasser."
"Unfortunately." Azrael held out his hoof. "Azrael." Navaja gave a small bow. "Navaja Escondida."
Navaja chuckled. "I think the chica enjoys equine male company." Azrael groaned. "Shut up, Assassin. Say, Gaston. Your name seems familiar. Have...
"I mean. I'm such an oooold mare."
Be less specific.
Navaja gave a whistle. "Dios mio. Now that is transportation." Azrael nodded. "Imagine the long lost goods we could fit."
