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// Chapter 7 
// Story: If You Want To Go, I Won't Stop You. (3) 
// by TwiPON3 
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UN Meeting Room, California




"Okay," Mitzi said, "We need a plan to get the frick outta here," she looked to the Taiwanese leader, "Do you drink?"

The princess and president were both lost by this.

"No, why?"

"Good," she replied, pulling a small cup and a suspicious, 22 oz soda bottle from (now) her bag that was labeled, in Dark-Midnight-Blue, «12» Стренгтх Водка - !ЦАУТИОН!, "Drink this," she said, filling the cup with the liquid.

"What is it?"

Mitzi deciphered the label as best she could with her limited knowledge of how Seth would write using the Russian/Cyrillic alphabet, "12 Soviet Vodka'," she read, "Soviet/Russian Vodka was really the only thing that could come close to knocking him out. This is 12 times stronger, so you should puke almost instantly, then be out for a little while."

"What!?"

"We say you went into cardiac arrest or something equally life threatening, rush you out to the car, drive like hell back to the school, and go into Equestria. You never heard-"

Twilight suddenly screamed bloody murder from outside the room.

"It's the best we've got," Tsai said, drinking the cup of Vodka in two swallows as Mitzi ran out of the room, "Woah."

"Was ist mit Princess Twilight passiert!?" Mitzi said, seeing the younger princess on the floor with two gunshot wounds in her abdomen, a ripped-off wing, and 95% of her horn blown off.

"Vy dolzhny byt' BLAGODARNY nami, gospozha Mitzi Groß."

Mitzi was fluent in German and English, but couldn't speak Russian at all without butchering every word she said in the language.

"Why in the hell should I be thanking YOU of all damn people right now!?" Mitzi replied, checking her vitals, "Fuck this," she pulled Twilight on her shoulder, "Call 911!"

Meanwhile, the super-strength alcohol did just what Mitzi said it would do; within 30 seconds, Tsai was out-cold, on the floor, and had projectile-vomited the equivalent of a decent-sized lunch. Princess Celestia had kept her from falling on the floor and hurting herself, but made it look like she had succumbed to all of the stress from the meeting.

She was proud of her work, until Mitzi came in with a bloodied Twilight on her shoulders and her horn in her teeth.

"What in tartarus happened!?"

Mitzi put Twilight and her torn appendages on the table, then sent a text to Ms Harshwhinny and the Co-Principals, "Motherfuckers," she said, "We have to go. Now!"

The Princess of the Sun teleported them out to the beat-up Zastava that served as their transportation.

"How are we going to do this?"

"I'll wrap Princess Twilight at her wounds and you sit in the back with her. Meanwhile, Tsai will be in the front-passenger seat leaned back. I'll drive fast-as-hell back to the school, while you make sure nobody gets hurt anymore than they already are."

Princess Celestia put Tsai in the car as gentle as she could while Mitzi began wrapping Twilight. When that was finished, they were off.

"Are you sure that this is a good idea!?" Princess Celestia said as Mitzi drove the roads like she owned the hell out of them.

"At this point," Mitzi replied, dodging near everything, "what the hell is!?"