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// Good Talk. 
// Story: Spike Pie 
// by Silver Butcher 
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Spike and Marble sat at the sculpted stone table playing chess, their favorite pastime. Every day at noon (permitting weather), they went out and played. Yet they couldn't figure out if they were both really good or both really bad, cause every game ended with only the kings left and every other piece lost. Marble may not have talked much, but everyone in the Pie family knew what she was saying. Spike liked to play chess with her; it was nice, quiet, and helped him think of new party ideas.

"Piano party?"

"Mhh."

"Yeah, your right. Maybe a pizza party?"

"Mhh."

"Yeah, with a little help, Pinkie and I could totally pull that off."

"Mhh."

"HA, HA GOT YOUR QUEEN!"

"Mhh."

"And you got mine, great. Well, eat my pawn!"

"Mhh."

"Shoot."

"Mhh."

"Ha, gotcha."

"Mhh."

"You're right," Spike let out a low sigh as Marble took his only none king piece with her king, "Another tie. Well, it was fun playing with ya Marble." They bumped fist against hoof and cleaned up their game.