Eighth Update.

Beginning Transmission.

- *in singing tone*. We're back, bastards, we're back at last! Heh, it took us almost a month to update some more weird stuff again. -

TL: What is this place? Trixie demands an answer right now.

- Blue comrade! Good to see you again! *grins widely*

TL: *sighs*, Nikolai...

R: Before you two start arguing or drinking again, let me ask why am I suddenly in such unknown place?

TS: Don't ask, Rarity. This is just as confusing as the last time I was here. At least Richtofen's not present.

- Woah, so many talking horses. Heh, anyway, let me say news and then drink some more. -

TL: News? what is this, another weird game of yours?

R: Says the boasting unicorn.

TL: *upset tone*. Trixie dares you to say that again!

TS: You two calm down. *sighs*. It seems like there are plans similar, or even equal, to the ones I witnessed.

- Shh, loud noise makes my head hurt. *takes a swig from his bottle and then pulls out the script*. Well, fuck..

R: What is it, Nikolai?

- I can't read. I have blurry sight, just like if I was drunk. -

TL: You're always drunk.

- I drink to that!

TS: Oh, for the love of... *takes script with her magic and gets it closer to her*... I'm not in the mood to stand a drunk human, a boasting unicorn who clearly has learned nothing about humility and Rarity.

TL and R: Hey!

- Fuck you, purple horse. -

TS: *rolls eyes and checks the script*. Just what I thought: two new stories are coming... although they're incomplete.

TL: So what? That doesn't concern Twixie at all.

R: I agree.

TS: Really? Read this, Trixie. *gives her the script*.

TL: This is nonsense.

- Come on, blue comrade. Show them you're best horse! -

TL: It's pony, but... *thinks for a moment*. You're right, Nikolai. *starts reading*: Compendium: Hope is Rarity's story. She, along with her sister Sweetie Belle, will travel to Canterlot to warn the princesses about the upcoming invasion....That's all Trixie's going to read. she's not involved in this story at all.... not that she cares though.

TS: Actually, you're a mayor character in that story.

R: *sarcastically*. How delightful, being with my sister and this bragger.

TL: *gets upset*. That's enough!. *her horn glows, casting a spell on the white unicorn*. That'll teach you to stop saying Trixie's a boaster.

R: What the.. what did you do this time!?

- Heh heh, you look like ex-wife now. Big bear with big belly.

R: what do you me.. *looks at herself and notices that she's fat*... oh goodness, why!? *She runs away, crying*

TL: That'll teach her.

TS: *grunts*. Just... just finish reading.

TL: Very well. *grins mockingly*. After all, Trixie will win next time. *keeps reading*This ain't compendium: Holidays... waait a second, Trixie's not going to read this. she still have bad memories about these "comedic" stories. *throws the script to Twilight*. You read it.

TS: Fine. *sighs and keeps reading* Holidays is the third installment of TAC's series. Months have passed since the incident, where Twilight traveled to the world infested with zombies, before they finally return to Ponyville. What new adventures await for the cast from Call of duty: Zombies during the Nightmare Night celebrations?.

- Awesome, there's new comedy story coming up then. *takes another swig from his bottle*. I wonder what they plan for this sexy Russian this time.

TL: Right... is that it?

TS: *nods*. You can leave now if you want.

TL: About time. *turns back to the Russian*. Bye, Nikolai. At least you appreciate Trixie's power.

- Good bye, blue comrade. -

TL: *teleports away*

TS: Seems like I'm going to go too. If you see richtofen, tell him he still owes me one.

- For what? -

TS: For sending me on a Moon station infested with rotting corpses!

- Chill the fuck out. Heh, you are very grumpy, like third wife... and fourth wife. -

TS: Oh, shut up. *teleports away*.

- They're gone now, time to drink! *takes another swig from his bottle. suddenly, he feels a hoof on his shoulder*. The fuck? -

LH: Ohhh, a human!

- Who the fuck are you? -

LH: *ignores his question*. Can I touch your hands?

- No! -

LH: Pwease?

- No! Get the fuck out! -

LH: I'm gonna touch 'em anyway.

- Stay away from my vodka... I mean, hands -

LH: *singing tone*. come here, lil' human.

- Stand back, stand back. Oh fu..! -

...Ending Transmission