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CrackedInkWell


"Inspiration does not come to the lazy. It only comes to those who call it." - P. I. Tchaikovsky

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This story is a sequel to Interviewing Mr. Disc


Two years after the events of Interviewing Mr. Disc and weeks after the Valentines day dance from The Four Seasons, Julius Disc has the chance to go out on a date with Principal Celestia.


Although this story is really unnecessary, I do feel that since July 2nd is my second anniversary of being on this site that I've decided that I wanted to give you all a little something. After all, I've learned so much from writing stories for all of you so it's about time I give you all something back.

I want to give a huge thank you to Isk for proofreading this story.

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Comments ( 13 )

When she was sober, she was the sweatiest woman you could ever meet.

That is quite the typo.

7372695 Fixed. That can't be the only typo you've found, was it?

This was fun. :twilightsmile:

“Are you by any chance Indian descent?”

I tilted my head, “What are you talking about?”

“Hold still for a moment,” I did while she got up. She went all around me until she stopped, holding a hand out before moving it away from my head. Grunting, she turned around, “Luna!”

“Oh come on!” we heard little Lu whine as she stepped out of the shadows, dressed in a black marine outfit while swinging a rifle behind her back that I noticed has a silencer and a laser pointer… Ooh… Now that it makes sense.

“Really Lu,” Celestia folded her arms. “You brought Coraline with you?”

And this was hilarious. :rainbowlaugh:

More disc-verse is required! :pinkiehappy:

Now that was a sweet story.

Beautiful story. And Celly is perfectly in character.

I hope her dad wasn't Titan.

Haha. I really enjoyed these series of Mr.Disc. I do hope you have more entertainment coming out way

“Man it’s good to have pockets that are bigger on the inside.”

DOCTOR WHO IS BEST BEING!!!!

So this ever gonna get a new story?

Needless to say, that night I flew my car home laughing. I don’t know if she will go out with me again by the time we return to work. But you know what? I don’t care. There’s no worry in my chaotic mind, only the sound of joy echoing in my car.

I can just see him clickin' heels midair.

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