Brotherly Bonding Time

by Sketcha-Holic

18.4--I Don't Give an Edam Anymore

"...and that's the story of the fish in my locker." Peanut Butter wheezed out his last few chortles, rubbing his cheek. "I can still feel that thing slapping my face to this day!"

The rest of the group laughed along with him as they walked down the street, back to the plaza where the wedding party was being set up. Tomato, even as he couldn't help but chuckle, had to banish any thought of feeling bad for Peanut being the target of pranks thanks to his team's pecking order. His laughter grew stronger when thinking of Peanut's rise through ranks and popularity, which was a way of saying "in your face" to his teammates--which paled in comparison to Cheese's rise as a party pony and his own subtle "in your face" to life. And both had done it through turning a mockery into a extension of their special talent.

Tomato looked at his own cutie mark. He couldn't say the same for himself; his special talent and the odd magic within him were incompatible.

"Oh, wow," Jelly said, her speech peppered with giggles. "If initiation on my volleyball team way back when had been like that, the new fillies would have held grudges for weeks." She looked up at the orange sky curiously. "I wonder if the fish held a grudge."

"Question is how it was still alive," Creamy said.

"Beats me, but I still have it as a pet. It's the biggest fish in my aquarium." Peanut shrugged and scratched his head. "I don't know if it holds a grudge."

"I don't know anything about animals, but I've heard fish are too dumb to remember for very long," Cocoa said.

"Okay, so it doesn't hold a grudge."

Acorn exhaled heavily. "Hey, Peanut... you know any shortcuts? My hooves are aching and my lungs are tired."

Peanut grimaced, and paused the walk to roll up his sleeve. "I'm a bit wary about shortcuts, because the last time I did so, I accidentally disrespected a gang member, and..." The sleeve was rolled completely up to show a large scar on his shoulder. "I got crossbowed for my troubles."

Jelly's entire family gasped, while Peanut's was just wide-eyed and silent. The young athlete was rolling his sleeve back down, mumbling, "They tried the dumb excuse of thinking I was a changeling from some rival gang, but we all know that's bogus."

However, Cocoa darted forward to roll the sleeve back up and take a closer look at the scar. Her brow furrowed, she asked, "Peanut, why didn't you tell us about this?"

"I didn't want you to worry, Mom."

Creamy raised an eyebrow. "Or you were concerned that she would've created chemical bombs out of vengeance."

"That too." He looked at his mother about to protest and said, "That would have made things worse."

Cocoa huffed, while Acorn just shook his head, his eyes on nearby graffiti. "The things that ponies do to belong somewhere, no matter what. Honestly, it saddens me that many teenagers have adopted those cheap 'Anti-Harmony' messages and think their marks are meaningless." He then huffed in the same manner as his wife. "But that doesn't stop me from being tired; how long until we get there?"

Tomato shifted uncomfortably and started walking again, this time at a more hasty pace. "I don't know, but I'm not going to listen to any preachy filibusters about ponies I don't respect."

"Hey, get back here!" Peanut tapped his hoof and then resumed trotting, with the others following his lead. "Not much longer, actually, we're almost there." He pointed forward at the lanky stallion ahead of them. "See? Tom's already staring at the plaza."

Marmalade looked at Acorn curiously. "Were you about to preach about ways to keep youth from joining gangs?"

Acorn blew a raspberry. "No, I was just lamenting that those paths even exist."

As they neared the plaza, Tomato turned to them, biting down on his lip in an awkward grimace. "Oh, boy... I'm not sure you want to see the plaza."

Jelly tilted her head. "What are you talking about? I'm sure that our pals did a great job!" She nudged her fiance and pointed to the arch at the plaza entrance, decorated with white, pink, and gold flowers. "Look at that! Pearl got the color of flowers I asked for and they're beautiful!"

Peanut nodded. "So she did."

"If they did a lovely job here, then surely the rest of the plaza looks just as beautiful," Jelly's mother said, ignoring Tomato's slow shaking of his head.

Rosita the little old mare hopped out from the plaza, eyes as big as plates. "Eh... you're back already? No, go away, we're not ready yet!" She pushed Tomato weakly and zipped back in. It was a few seconds before she poked her head around the corner to ask the confused ponies, "Oh, yes, I just remembered; did you see Cheese Sandwich at all this afternoon? He seems to have wandered off."

Tomato's tail cracked like a whip, and ears were pinned back as he snapped, "Is that why the plaza looks like you guys murdered a piñata full of fruits and sports?!"

The rest of the group stepped back at Tomato's shout, and all looked at each other for confirmation of what exactly Tomato just said. Turning to him, all four of Jelly's brothers all summed up everyone's thoughts with, "They did what now?"

Creamy stepped in front of the two families and started to turn into the plaza. "Okay, let's see what the colorful description is for--oh."

She and Tomato were joined by the others, looking past a flushing Rosita holding a hoof to her forehead with pursed lips. Beyond the elderly brunette lay mountains of random decor haphazardly piled and scattered all over the tables, with stringed lights drooping onto them. Seashells, fake fruits, seagull feathers, and half-ripped tissue paper flags all lay on each table, each topped with their own unique ball from whatever sport and scented candles in the peanut butter and jelly jars. Little beads and pearls rolled off the tables and fell to the ground like teardrops, and flower petals wafted down with just a breeze.

Pieces of tissue paper, construction paper, and crushed origami art scattered the brick pavement, as did extra sports equipment--like a tetherball pole of all things!--and trophies. Other papers and sports jerseys were hastily nailed to the walls, while a poorly done paint job slithered around them in an attempt to create flowers like the perfectly weaved zinnias on the arch at the far end of the plaza. And in the middle of it all, Cherry Jubilee, Pearly Whites, Lightning Dust, and Victory Screech were arguing incoherently, manes and tails all tousled up and bodies covered in paint.

Around them, a hippie pony skipped around, doing some sort of wailing chant to an elaborate dance, lighting the only carefully hung scented candles in the plaza. Off to the side, the shop keepers gazed at the mess with half-lidded eyes and shakes of their heads, conversing with each other in another language.

After looking in the messy plaza for what seemed like hours, the large group entered. Peanut and Jelly stepped forward, and interrupted the fight with a simulataneous "Ahem."

The four ponies tensed up, and turned slowly to the glowering couple standing there. Looking around at the mess at the plaza, and the equally unamused shopkeepers, they all started chuckling and forcing smiles, as if they had been caught with their hooves in the cookie jar. The shopkeepers leaned forward to catch some juicy drama, while the hippie paused to give Tomato an impromptu hoof reading before being quickly shooed away by him.

Peanut rubbed a temple. "We leave you guys alone for several hours, and it looks like you threw all of this together in five minutes. What gives?"

Jelly's eyes darted to different areas of the plaza, finding a new unappealing detail in each spot. "Yeah, I thought that Aunt Cherry's knowledge of business stuff and Pearl's tendency to want things clean and perfect would make it a lot more tidy than... this."

Cherry Jubilee rubbed the back of her head. "I'm awful sorry, darling, I tried to keep things runnin' smoothly like my cherry farm, but I don't have a lick of art smarts like I do business smarts."

Pearl pointed at Vic and Lightning. "And these two kept messing things up every time I managed to straighten things up! Mr. Victory kept adding more and more new things to the pile that clearly don't fit, and Miss Lightning doesn't put much care in any organization! As a matter of fact, she doesn't seem to care at all!"

Lightning scowled at her. "Oh, so I don't care about a friend and coach of mine when the most important day of his life is coming up? Well, excuse me for wanting to support him any way I can!"

"It's clear to me that you're only forcing this sort of support to feel important in some way! At least I'm trying to make my friend happy!"

"Gee, thanks for telling me off, paragon of virtue! Besides, at least I'm not stupidly throwing in more stuff like Vic."

Vic's face was red. "Oh, that's a cheap shot coming from you Miss Decorating-With-Seagull-Feathers! I put more effort in my origami basketballs than you did with anything this entire time! Whatever happened to 110 percent, huh? Are you afraid of killing us with art like how you almost killed several ponies at that academy?"

Lightning's face was in Vic's, just as red with steam blowing out both ears and nostrils. "Are you asking for a death sentence?"

"I dare you to try it--keep in mind I'm a hoofball linebacker."

Peanut was in between them in a flash and pushing them apart. "Cut it out, you knuckleheads! I swear, you two still fight like you did when you were freakin' eight! I can't believe I still have to act like your big brother."

"Not really," Vic said. "You don't act anything like Bark, or Drum, or Quibble--"

"You know what I mean, doofus," Peanut growled. Back on all fours, he then asked, "You didn't break anything of the shopkeepers, did you?
And where'd that hippie come from? But most importantly, where the hay is Cheese?"

Pearl drew circles on the ground. "Oh, don't worry, the shopkeepers' things are just fine, the hippie's just here because she's trying to expel 'evil, dark magic' that she said was peppering Applewood, and as for Cheese..." She groaned. "He's been out getting the cake... for hours!"

Cherry nodded, a sharp glint in her eye. "I dunno what he's doin', roamin' round town like a gypsy. Lightnin' got that cake mighty quick, and she said it ain't a long walk for an earth pony from what she saw, so I'd like to hear his excuse."

And just like that, the floral arch at the entrance suddenly tipped over, landing on the brick pavement with a bang. A flinch from everyone, the hippie pony included, later, they turned to see Cheese Sandwich there, staring at the fallen arch. Upon his back was a giant hamster ball full of cats, and his shirt and the bandages on his foreleg were ugly shades of purple and brown.

"Oh, speak of the devil," Cherry huffed.

Tomato looked up and down his person and the what he carried, wondering just adventure he had been having. One sniff, and Tomato was reeling back, his curiosity piqued as to what mishaps led him smelling so horribly and carrying a bunch of cats. Cheese didn't even seem to noticed being stared at, instead tiredly somewhere in la la land.

Cheese stepped over the arch, looked up, and shrieked. "Yikes! I, duh, eh, hffffff..." Steam could be seen blowing out of his ears. "What in flaming Tartarus is this?! I go out on an errand, and you play with paint, steal all manner of sports equipment from wherever--especially that tetherball from a local park!--and leave mountains of useless junk all over the place! Do any of you even have a sense of what makes a party?"

"Hey, at least we tried to make the most of this party planning... thing." Vic's pointed hoof was so sharp he could stab Cheese if he wanted to. "You ditched us to spend the whole day adopting some cats!"

Cheese looked at the cats on his back, and then hoofed those off to Rosita. "Uh... take care of those kitties, will you?"

Rosita blinked, and took the hamster ball. "Oh, uh... of course! It will help with my loneliness..." She was helped by a couple of her neighbors, and they all carried the cats somewhere away from the erupting argument.

Jelly looked at the ball of cats wistfully. "I want a cat..."

Pearl was behind Cherry, saying, "Keep those away from me, I'm allergic and they look like strays!" She poked her head into view. "But, nevertheless, we do not appreciate you leaving us to do all the work, when you're the professional! My sister made party planning look easy, but wow, was I wrong to think that!"

Lightning hovered, her front legs crossed. "Not to mention that when I went out to look for you, I got the dumb cake anyway!"

"We waited an hour for you before doin' it ourselves!" Cherry snapped. "If there's anything that puts too much salt on my melon, it's a worker that don't do his goshdarn job!"

"Oh, so you're blaming me for this mess?" Cheese growled.

Peanut appeared at Cheese side and punched him on the shoulder. "Considering that you're the party pony of the group and the leader of the planning, you just going off on some adventure for several hours doesn't help your case. Yeah, they made a mess, but maybe you could have controlled things to at least make it look better than this!" He stepped back and held a hoof to his nose. "And why do you smell so bad?"

"Well, I'm sorry that they're complete morons with no artistic talent!"

Everyone gasped at the sheer venom that laced that sentence. Cherry had a hoof on her chest, Pearl a hoof over her mouth, Vic had his jaw slack, and Lightning looked ready to kill Cheese. But looking at their eyes, it was evident that they were hurt by that statement. The rest just stared in shock, most notably Tomato, his mind trying to process the utter nastiness of his brother's tone. There was frustration, and then there was... whatever the heck that was.

Cheese backed up out of the plaza, and then said, "But, I guess to make up for my absence, I'll just have to fix this entire thing myself. And I have a doohickey that can help me out so that I don't take forever and make you have to push the wedding back." With that, he jumped to the side as the others just stared at him.

After a few moments, Lightning scoffed, "Is he running away again? I'll go and catch him."

Cheese then leapt back into view. "Okay, let's try this again." And he leapt back out, this time to the other side, only to jump back in. "Again!" He hopped out and in view yet again, and shouted a frustrated, "Again!" before repeating his previous actions. Once in view yet again, he yelled at the sky, and then dashed off. He passed into view several times, indicating that he was running around the block over and over, before skidding to a stop and snapping gibberish to himself as he walked back into the plaza.

"Okay... what was that?" Jelly asked.

Cheese looked up and snorted. "I was trying to get my party tank--that's good for fixing big messes like this. But, for whatever reason, I can't get it! I don't have any headaches or am seeing things like back in Salt Lick City when I last tried to summon it..." He threw his hooves up in the air and yelled to the sky, "So what's going on?!"

Jelly just shrugged. "I, uh... don't really understand."

"Heh, of course you wouldn't." He sighed. "I guess I'll just have to clean up this mess the old-fashioned way... ugh... this is going to take all night."

Peanut blinked. "Wait, what? Uh, Cheese, it's not exactly safe around here at night."

Cheese rolled his eyes. "So? I sleep in a lot of dangerous environments, so I'll be fine. Just go home, and let the party pony do his thing."

Everyone looked at each other uncomfortably, and one by one, they each started to leave. They whispered to each other, with Tomato picking up thoughts wondering what the deal was with Cheese's attitude, grumbling about him ditching a job he supposedly loved, and Pearl mumbling about how her siblings even said that he was a really nice guy when she had the opposite experience. The hippie paused to put a herb necklace on Cheese, telling him that it'll help him fight off darkness before leaving. Tomato did not immediately leave with the others, instead approaching Cheese.

Cheese pulled off the herb necklace. "No, I don't need your help."

Tomato looked around. "I don't know, I think you'll need plenty of assistance. But since you're so adamant in keeping me out of this, I'll be hoping that those nice shopkeepers would be enough help for you." He pointed to some carrying some cleaning supplies in. "Look at that, they're already helping out!"

Cheese noticed his forelock drooping lower than normal, and blew it back up. "Yeah, sure, that's nice."

Tomato rubbed his leg, and looked at the miscolored bandages. "So, um... I guess you have a reasonable and probably hilarious story behind you being gone so long... what happened to your bandages... why you had all those cats..." Tomato looked up and wrinkled his nose. "And why you smell so awful."

Cheese stood silently, looking at the ground for a good, long minute. With a snort, he answered, "Well, I gotta get started. The story can come later."

Tomato sighed, looking away with a thought of "why bother" in his head. As he turned around to go and catch up with the others, he noticed Cheese walk with a slight limp. "You probably should change your bandages before you get infected."

"Eh... I guess."

And then Tomato finally parted.

---

After changing his bandages with the help of Rosita, Cheese went to work.

Tiny paper triangles, runaway beads, and orphaned flower petals were all swept up, and Cheese re-erected the floral gateway as the sun was setting, giving way to an indigo sky. He pulled the jerseys out of the wall, and painted over them to rid them of the childish art that defaced them, certain that the shopkeepers would be grateful.

As the walls dried under a starry night, he heaved the piles of decor off the tables and far away from the wet walls, in order to sift the wheat from the chaff, deciding which ones fit the intended color theme. Peanut's gold trophies for games past he decided fit the color theme, and arranged them on shelves near the main table and the altar. What also fit the them were the pink and white seashells that Pearl brought, and thus he arranged into flower shapes at each table, putting pearls and beads at the center. Scented candles were put in the peanut butter and jelly jars, and carefully stacked fake fruits into little pyramids.

The paint dried, and he attached flowers made from the seagull feathers Lightning Dust collected to the walls, as well as the origami basketballs that Vic had made. He fixed the strings of lights, and hopped back and forth between roofs to straighten them out and provide a starry, romantic ceiling for them. Then, he added a final touch to said lights by adding the little tissue paper flags that weren't ripped in any way.

Pushing things a little for more room and more symmetry, Cheese finally managed to create a clean and beautiful wedding venue and reception area. With fruit and floral patterns, hints of sporting natures placed here and there, and colors of pink, gold, and white, he was thankful that it looked far more presentable than it did before. He wondered if that if he wasn't a party pony if he'd be an interior designer, or an architect, or whatever.

He did not know how late at night or early in the morning it was, but he wasn't quite finished. He had to either return or throw out the stuff that didn't make the cut. And the first thing he had to put back in its rightful place was the tetherball pole.

---

Meanwhile, the early evening had everyone relaxing at home or in Peanut's place. While some played card games inside, four others were just sitting on the edge of the roof, staring out at the ocean, and chatting amongst each other with sodas in hoof.

"...that still doesn't answer the question of why Cheese has been acting like a jerk lately," Peanut deadpanned.

Tomato sighed. Peanut Butter now knew the story of the feud and the reconciliation, but he unfortunately couldn't explain what exactly was wrong with Cheese. The possibility of vampirism was off the list and Tomato didn't know enough about magic to make any good guesses on any spell Cheese could be under--let alone if it was dark magic or not. The best he could tell Peanut was that somepony stole one of the party pony's memories and that it was making his mind all screwy. And even then, Tomato didn't even know where to look from there.

"I know, it seems silly that one forgotten memory can cause so much trouble," Tomato rambled. "But it did, and it's somehow cranking up what meanness he had in him to overblown levels! The only thing I can do is wait for another meetup with Princess Twilight and see what ideas she has."

Vic, who had been sitting nearby, choked on his drink. "Wait, you know Princess Twilight Sparkle?"

Tomato waved a hoof. "Eh, we're acquainted through Cheese's friend Pinkie Pie." He rubbed his temples. "Speaking of Pinkie Pie, how's she going to react to how Cheese is acting?"

Lightning Dust took a gulp of her soda. "I don't know. I hardly know of this mare you speak of."

Vic's hoof ran along the rim of his soda can. "Would he still have been mad if it wasn't for this so-called spell?"

Peanut sighed. "Well, he probably would have been a little miffed over seeing that mess, but he's usually less harsh and more forgiving."

Vic looked at Lightning and asked, "Like how she wishes the Wonderbolts were?"

Lightning punched him on the shoulder. "Will you quit bringing that up?! I don't want to be reminded of how all my years of practicing, pushing my limits, adapting tricks I learned from you guys to flight, and earning medals in local and national junior flight competitions were all wasted! The fact that you made it in your sport just rubs salt in the wound, stupid."

Tomato pursed his lips. "Eh, what'd she do?"

"Took risks and pushed limits to the point where she was reckless and nearly killed ponies," Peanut said, resting his chin in his hoof. "She's kind of been careless since I first met her and Vic in a little sports mentor program years ago, and I hope the Wonderbolt incident taught her a lesson."

Lightning simply huffed, and walked back inside, grumbling, "I'm gonna see if you've got any more cherry pie..."

Vic stood up and followed her. "I'm gonna go brush my teeth."

Tomato watched the two leave and asked, "Uh, how'd you meet them again?"

"Junior Sports Mentor program," Peanut answered. "They were eager little foals assigned to a barely teenage me, who was supposed to be a coach of various sports and stuff for them, and to this day, I still consider them friends and honorary little siblings, and we keep in touch... even if Lightning does tend to be aloof these days."

"Ah, okay." Tomato twiddled his hooves. "I'm sorry for my parents driving yours away. I can tell your mom's still frustrated about that."

Peanut shrugged. "It's alright. I was always scared of your mom. I was wondering if Cheese inherited her temper."

"Eh, I guess. I've seen him at his worst, and I'm the one pony he's had the most trouble forgiving. I mean, can you blame him? I was too angry and too chicken to apologize for, you know, my pile of sins, and gave him the wrong idea about all my feelings on the matter."

"Huh, with the way he's acting, I wonder if the evil unicorn stole his memory of your apology."

Tomato pursed his lips. If the evil unicorn was sabotaging Cheese for Kazam, then what use does the apology memory have for him? What memory besides the Las Pegasus incident--and maybe the encounters--would be any use for a trial? And the most curious question of all was why they didn't steal any memory of Tomato's involving that incident? Whatever plan was being set in motion by some evil unicorn conspiracy didn't make any sense. No, Cheese's anger over the Snap-Tomato swap was just being overblown by whacked-up brain chemistry, he hoped.

Thank you, paparazzi, for reminding me of that over and over again today, he thought.

Tomato stood up and stretched. "Well, I guess I should go inside and maybe get ready for bed... I hope Cheese comes back soon."

"All right, I'll just sit and think here for a bit."

Tomato walked back inside, Peanut hearing the his hooves trip-trapping down the stairs. Looking at the thin crescent moon, and the stars making the ocean shimmer, he just breathed in the sea air. His gut twisting in knots, he wondered what married life would be like after tomorrow. Just spending the rest of his life with a sweet, fun, and beautiful mare that he considered his best friend was something both exciting and terrifying at the same time. Knowing of many celebrities in this very town that had many failed romances, he hoped his own wouldn't fall apart in a blaze of glory that tabloids would eat up.

And then he was brained with a frying pan.

---

Any sane pony would have returned the tetherball pole as the first thing on the list, but Cheese Sandwich was tired and cranky, and thus, his thought process wasn't as straight as it usually was. When asked by any passersby, he simply said that he found it, and would like to know where to return it. He was thankful to be directed to the nearest park, and seeing the shoddy maintenance of the playground, it was easy to see how it was abducted so easily and why nopony alerted the police.

As Cheese entered the park and past some thuggish-looking ponies, the pole accidentally bonked one of them on the head.

He was fitting the pole into its head when he noticed those same ponies marching up behind him. Turning to the group and ignoring the furrowed brows and clenched teeth of young mares and stallions, he simply said, "I'll have this fixed up in a few seconds, and then you can play a round of tetherball."

"Oh, you think you're so funny?" The leader revealed the nasty bump that the pole caused. "Because you have an awful sense of humor."

Cheese narrowed his eyes. "You'd be wise not to call my sense of humor into question."

"Oooohhh...." the gang cooed mockingly behind their leader. While he was not laughing, the others had a brief bout of laughter behind him, nudging each other and pointing at Cheese for his pathetic excuse for a tough guy act. They stopped when the leader threw his hoof up, and they went straight back to glaring.

One of them sneered, "But let's be real, tough guy, we don't appreciate the disrespect you're giving us."

Cheese raised an eyebrow. "I don't see anything to respect."

The leader walked forward, and pushed Cheese into the pole with a loud bang. "I'd hate to beat on a blind pony, but I guess I'll just have to beat him until maybe, just maybe, your sight comes back." He started popping his joints. "Should be easy to snap a twig."

Cheese's head throbbing, he leaned to the side to look at the lead thug's cutie mark. "Shame you crossed out your cutie mark. Those flowers are beautiful."

He was hoisted up by the collar of his shirt, held up against the pole, and the leader reared up to aim for his face. "It's just a picture on my flank! You just keep proving yourself in need of a valuable lesson!"

Cheese snarled. He came here to fix a tetherball pole, and a bunch of bullies dare to accost him like they owned the place. How dare they demand he respect them when they didn't earn it; and how dare they think that they needed to teach him a lesson. A thought almost not his own growled that no, he needs to show them who's boss. Muscles tensing in anger, he was ready to expend a newfound energy.

The punch was thrown, but Cheese quickly intercepted it. The thug muttered "Huh?" at the sight of Cheese's toothpick of a limb holding completely still under the strength of the thug's thick hoof and the momentum that had been behind it. As his hoof shuddered in effort, the thug could barely process what had happened when Cheese started twisting the foreleg. At first, it was agonizingly slow, with skin and muscles burning as they were stretched further and further beyond their limits.

Then, in a flash, there was a snap of bone, and howling in pain, the thug dropped the still glaring Cheese. Backing up, he and the others gaped in horror at the now limp leg, with even the slightest movement causing agonizing jolts to erupt.

They turned to Cheese, who was bending down in a preparing-to-leap stance, with mane and fur bristled and eyes dark. "I've been having a bad day, and I'm in no mood for your stupid tough guy act. I hope that was enough of a warning for you."

The other gang members looked between Cheese, and the dangling limb of their leader. However, instead of running off like Cheese implied they should do, they decided that justice must be served, and started stomping and snorting like the horses they were. Some even pulled out small weapons, or picked up rocks and sticks for improvised weapons.

Cheese let out a low growl. If that was what they wanted, so be it. He needed to blow off some steam anyway.

There was only one spectator to the ensuing fight, which was less humorous and more bloody than a fight involving a party pony should be. Under the shadows of his cloak, the lone pony smiled on seeing Cheese Sandwich's newfound ferocity.

Author's Note:

Let's play another round of "How Would Cheese Sandwich React in His Normal State of Mind?"!

Joking aside, I came across this epic music (which is from that new season of Samurai Jack and from what I hear, is based on a piece of music from The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly):

And I can't stop listening to the dang thing! I listened to it on loop while writing this thing, and surprisingly, it kind of fits with what's currently going on with Cheese.

Comments

[SageBrony07]

Holy Crap! Holy Crap! Holy Crap!

Cheese no! Now his testimony will be tainted. I hope they can catch the thief, but that won't be for a few more Arc's I bet. Great chapter.

[Goldfinch142]

And then he was brained with a frying pan.

Wait, is Peanut Butter being kidnapped?

Wow, Cheese sure is getting violent--here's hoping he doesn't kill anyone in the gang fight. Or get himself seriously injured.

His inability to summon his party supplies is worrying as well...I wonder how close the full moon is.

[Leviathan Splash]

Can we kill this memory thief a**hole please?

[k88a]

So...I just found out what is Edam cheese...Turns out it’s one of my favorites kinds of cheese, and I didn’t knew the name! :p
In my country is used in many dishes (at least in my region), but we call it “cheese from a ball” (queso de bola) :p
Well...you learn something new every day :3

[Godslittleprincess]

Ooooh, not good.