"Hello, Angel, how are you feeling today?"
"I'm doin' alright, can we move this along? I got stuff to do today."
"Um. Sure, just a few questions is all I want."
"Alright, shoot."
Twilight nodded and looked down at her papers. "Okay, first question: where in the world did you get that fedora?" Twilight raised an eyebrow, looking at the top of Angel's head, where a tiny fedora was sitting.
"That's not important," Angel responded. "I know a guy. Anyway, back to the questions."
"Um, right. Okay, what's the deal with Fluttershy? It seems that one minute she's your best friend and the next you bully her, what gives?"
Angel sighed and took off the tiny hat. "Look, things with 'shy are kinda complicated. Yeah, I love her, she's the mother I never knew, but she needs me more than I need her. She's afraid of everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. She's tough on the inside, but she's afraid that she'll hurt somepony if she lets that out, so she hides it away."
"And you help her bring it out?" Twilight asked.
"Exactly! She just needs a stern push every now and then to get her to think for a minute. Also, it kind of feels good to give her a smack every now and then for naming me Angel."
"What's wrong with Angel?"
"How would you like to be a guy named Angel?"
"Good point. Well, I think we're done here. You can go do what you need to do now."
"Hey, thanks." He said, putting the fedora back on his head. "I got an -ahem- appointment with some squirrels that have been causing some trouble, capisce?" With that he hopped off the chair and out the door.
"What in the name of tartarus just happened?" Twilight said, scratching her head in confusion.
I'm surprised a tommy gun didn't come into the action.
As soon as I saw the chapter title, I knew I was going to laugh.
I was hoping he was part of the OWCA
3636495 the organization without a cool acronym?
You forgot to giv 'im a Jousy accent.
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yes
3636558 but I don't even like "jousy"! its the rear end of America!
(send any and all hate mail to my message box, I look forward to laughing at you Jerseyites. )
You seem to have mistaken 'of' and 'off' here.
--Sollace
3640808 It was late when i wrote that and I was dead tired, cut me some slack here
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Right, sorry. I just thought I would point that out. I do enjoy your writing. Just don't always have anything to say.
--Sollace
3641230 no problem, I appreciate the feedback, ignore my yelling at you, i'm STILL really tired.
Dangit, i was totally hoping for Mr T voice.
"MR T DON'T HAVE TIME FOR DIS, FOO'! MR T GOTTA GET HIMSELF A CARROT SALAD!"
All I only needed to hear his first line to imagine a mobster voice.