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// And our heroes find themselves fucked. 
// Story: Adventure fic! Yay! 
// by Silver Sea 
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"Queen?"

"Yes, servant?"

"Where the fuck do I go? Usually these things just happen to be obvious, but seriously. I have no fucking idea what to do."

"Lay low for a while."

"How long?"

"A few hours, maybe a day or two." I have a feeling something bad's about to go down. If something interesting happens, investigate. If anyone tries to stop you, kill them."

"Queen, do you have a plan?"

"Shut up or I mind-crush you."

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"You would."

"Seriously! Check out these!" Dawn ran over to a huge rack of shotguns.

"I don't think we should be here..." Twist foreshadowed.

"Nonsense! This room was made for us!" She was staring at some massive pistols.

"No, I think this room was meant for Griffons." Twist was looking at a poster in the corner. It read "Griffon Embassy"

"Look, stop being paranoid. We're just being rewarded for being rape slaves in our last lives." Now Dawn was looking at a giant pair of bazookas. (If you didn't get it, they were three boob jokes, idiots.)

"I'm serious, we should-" Twist was interrupted by the massive iron door being bashed down and two giant griffons coming in, brandishing machine guns.

"Tresspassers! What are you doing in the Equestrian Griffon Embassy?"

"What is an armory doing?" Twist put on a brave face and spoke.

"AND WHAT ARE MAH BOOMSTICKS DOIN HERE?" Dawn lept into the conversation, magically holding two of the largest shotguns in the room.

"I must ask you to put the weapons down!"

"I must ask you to TASTE BOOMSTICK!" She pulled the triggers and watched the two griffons be blown back by the blast. When the dust cleared, Twist stood there, apalled.

"YOU JUST KILLED SOMEPONY!"

"I KNOW! WHAT DO I DO!"

"I DON'T KNOW! YOU KILLED HIM!"

"OH GOD WE SHOULD JUST LEAVE!"

"PLEASE LET'S JUST GO!"

The duo made a mad dash back to the sewer hole, but only after Dawn closed the door and put the guns back. She did take one of the staffs, though.

"Why did you take that?"

"Well, you know how I have to channel my magic through objects to have actual effects?"

"Yes?"

"Well, this is the perfect thing!"

"Yeah, IF YOU WERE AN OLD HERMIT!"

"You're just jealous because I have an awesome staff and can fire lightning and stuff out of it."

"No, I accept that you're better than me, being a unicorn. I'm just an Earth pony. But really? A staff?"

"Well, it's better than a shotgun."

"You're right. If you insist on keeping it, go ahead. I'll be right back, though." Twist went back up through the grate and returned a few moments later with a hammer.

"Hey, if you get a staff."