Musket · 3:12am May 29th, 2021
Chrysalis watched the changeling load the small, hoof-held cannon. She smirked. No way the ponies could—
Boom!
“Oh fuck, my hooves!”
Foresight stared, not really knowing what to say.
“Uh... we should probably put less gunpowder in, eh Foresight?” Chrysalis said, nervously nudging the changeling.
Foresight fainted.
Oof
just what the founding fathers would want us to do
Can someone give this guy a hoof treatment? Because he looks like he needs it. Badly.
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“Uh.. do I get a medic, or...?”
“Eh, he’ll be fine. Next! I promise the next one won’t explode!”
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I wanna go out like that
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“But my queen...”
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start a civil war
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Oh boy
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“Oh fine. Take him to the infirmary, 'Sight.”
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K
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“Question, how much gunpowder is too much gunpowder?”
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“Yes, my Queen.”
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...any
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“But we need this hoof-held cannons!” We must crush the ponies with them!”
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May I introduce you to the concept of communication?
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What she means is that the maximum would beee... about a quarter of a gallon. If they put more than that, then... changeling go boom.
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“No.”
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“Noted.”
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Hm...
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Fine...
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“Okay?”
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It’s settled then.
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“Kay.”