Chapter Q and A While i'm coming up with ideas for the next chapter, which I got half of it done, but I still need the first half of ideas so if you got any good ones for what Lan, Discord and Zero could do in Mexicolt, send me a pm. In other news, zoopity doop lets go!
"... OK! Where, and I mean WHERE, is Lan. I told him to be here at 10:00 am and he isn't here. Just great." A bland grey colt said.
"What time is it now?" A tan pegasus said, floating on a cloud.
The grey pony looked at a clock nailed crudely on a wall. "2:34 pm..."
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"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-" Thats when they noticed a beeping sound.
*beep*
"What was that?" The floating pony said.
*beep*
"I don't know..."
*beep*
"Is sounds like-"
*beep* *beep* *beep*
"Its getting fas-"
*beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *DING*
"FRIES ARE DONE!!!" A voiced screamed behind the door. Well, what was left after the explosion sending shattered pieces of door everywhere. A white pony stepping in, this of course being Lan Jenkins. "HI!"
"DAMNIT WHERE WERE YOU!?" The, obviously angry, grey pony said.
"Shit, lets get this over with. So whats the gimmick?" Lan said.
"..." Both the pony's said nothing.
"I guess I have to do it. You, the grey one, you get angry very easily and want to do your job. You ask the questions and do nothing more." Lan pointed at the tan pony. "You suffer from a condition where you can't use your legs and must use a cloud to move, judging by the fact that you are earth pony. Also you take notes on everything I say. Am I correct?"
"..." They didn't need to answer. Lan had guessed it all.
"What ever, first question! Now, the viewers want to know the truth, so tell it or i'll-" Lan gave the 'don't make me kill you' stare. The grey pony, known as Grey Guild, gulped. "Ok, first our questions, what was your favorite thing to do in the past when you were a human?"
"Well, that is mostly just bullshit and lies. Things I've wanted to keep in the past. But I did have a pet turtle! Oh wait, my dad ate him."
"What was his name?"
"Stew..."
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"... That's... ironic..." The tan pony scribbled something down. "So,