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// the shocking D������©nouement 
// Story: Fallout: Equestria: New Pegasus: Gun Trotters 
// by democritus 
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	"Well, let's turn it on, and see how poorly this can go..." said Windseeker, as he activated the robot.

"Yeth, thir, Twithto reporting for duty. Pleathe aththume the pothition." 

"Jesus fucking Christ," Windseeker exclaimed helplessly, staring at the horrible creation he himself had helped bring into this world. "What the fuck is it with me and Protectotwists!?"

"I am programmed for your pleathure. Pleathe aththume the pothition."

"Fuck this I am out of here." He said, mentally rummaging over the places in New Pegasus he had seen that would be excellent for killing himself. Perhaps he could use his trusty Trail Carbine on himself for once. Maybe he could run up and buck a Deathclaw in the face. All sorts of options for ending himself quickly swirled through his mind as he raced out of Cerulepony Electronics.

Twisto stood there, alone and unloved, with no companions but rat corpses. "What elthe ith a thekthbot to do...?" she said to no one, wandering into the New Pegasus night. She wondered what kind of adventures she'd have.