//------------------------------// // A Gentleman's Conversation // Story: Chronicles of Bon Bon // by Anonimoose //------------------------------// --Fillydelphia-- A light yellow mare with two yellow bows, Lemon Drops was in the kitchen placing a kettle on the range. The Patriarch, Dudley Drops, a Built Stallion, his cutie mark showing his one true talent,pugilism, yet his most iconic feature was a large, well trimmed, mustache. He was reading the paper while smoking a pipe, as he flipped the page he saw a large mugshot of his daughter, Sweetie Drops. WANTED! SWEETIE DROPS/BON BON Wanted for: High Treason, Murder, Espionage, Extortion, Infiltration, Deception. Sweetie Drops is to be considered armed and extremely dangerous! Do NOT approach this suspect, approach your nearest Peacekeeper for immediate apprehension. Rewards for information leading to the Capture of said suspect will receive a reward of no more than 1,000,000 bits and no less than 250,000 based upon quality of information. -Equestrian Defense Initiative -Security for Peace "What a load of bollocks!" Dudley said crushing the paper in his hooves, then throwing it into the fireplace. "Honey, I'm sure its just a misunderstanding the government will sort it out in no time." Lemon Drops said, attempting to comfort her husband. "The government is the REASON she's in trouble!" he said blowing off his wife's comment, "After all the years she gave them, THIS is how they treat my Bonnibelle!" He said his mustache frilled with rage. Then they heard a knock at the door, Lemon Drops approached the door opening it she saw High Commander McTalk. "May I help you" Lemon Drops asked sincerely with a genuine smile on her face. "Are you Mrs. Drops?" McTalk asked, "That I am!" She stated with pride, "May I come in? It's about your daughter." "Oh! Please do!" She said inviting him in, his two guards followed behind and made their way into the main living area, two walls adorned with trophies from Sweetie Drops and Dudley Drops, showing their various achievements. The patriarch stared at the house guests a sense of hostility entered the room. "Can I help you boys?" he said, his voice gruff and harsh, McTalk approached the stallion extending his hoof as to shake, "I am Hi-" McTalk was interrupted, "I know who ya are, now Talk." He said in a straight to the point tone, not budging from his seat. "As you know your daughter is wanted for treason, we are here to ask you a few questions." "Then quit yer yappin' and talk!" Dudley said with a growing impatience. "I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW I AM HIGH COMMANDER MCTALK OF THE EDI," McTalk continued his rant on his political standing for two whole minutes, the whole time Dudley simply sat in his chair sipping from a large mustached mug, signaling his leadership role in the house, then McTalk said a sentence that he quickly regretted. "I HAVE YOU KNOW I CAN HAVE YOUR FREAK OF A DAUGHTER KILLED WITH THE FLICK OF MY HOOF!" At that sentence, Dudley slammed his mug on the table in front of him cracking the floorboard with the force exerted, "Boys, leave us." He ordered to the guards who fearfully complied. "Y-YOU COWARDS!" McTalk yelled, "That's the first rule of being a leader, you could be the princess, but unless you have respect, you just have a fancy title and no power. We used to call people like you paper tigers, all fearsome till' the going gets tough!" Dudley stood from his chair approaching McTalk, in response McTalk raised his hooves into a fighting position. "BACK YOU RUFFIAN. I WILL SHOW YOU HOW MUCH OF A FIGHTER I AM!" McTalk said Dudley smiled then raising his voice, "One of you boys come in here." he said as a guard came into the sight of McTalk "uuuh sir, I wouldn't do that if I were you!" The guard said trying to calm McTalk down. "NONSENSE, I WILL TEACH THIS SAVAGE HOW A TRUE GENTLEPONY FIGHTS!" He cockily said. "Yer' seeing this is just a fair 'gentleman's' duel right?" Dudley asked the guard to which the guard nodded voiding Dudley of any legal ramifications. "COME AT ME YO-" With one swipe of his hoof he clocked McTalk square across the jaw knocking four teeth out of his mouth, sending him spiraling to the ground. "Maybe you forgot, Dudley Drops: Equestrian Games Three Time Pugilist Champion!" he said smugly pointing at his trophies "That or you just can't read!" Pointing to the large plaque on a trophy. Then extending his hoof to help the stallion up, like any gentleman would do, McTalk stumbled up with his assistance. His cocky attitude now gone replaced by a frightful and straight to the point manner. "Do you have any knowledge of your daughter whereabouts?" "Nope." "Then why did you make this so difficult?" "Because I had to make sure you knew," Leaning closer to McTalk he whispered in his ear, "If you hurt my daughter in any way, I promise you a good solid beating will be mercy!" Lemon Drop popped her head out of the kitchen, "Tea?" She said cheerily "Of course honey," he said with a cheerful smile to his wife with a nod, "Would you and your guards care to stay for tea?" The petrified McTalk fainted out of fear, his guard speaking up. "I'd like a cup!" he said with a grin. after a few stories of Dudley's adventures through Equestria and the other nations, the guards happily listening to the story while sipping their tea, when the night was over the two guards said their thanks and threw McTalk into the back of his private car and entered the driver and passenger seat. "I say, today was quite a day!" one guard said, as they started the car, Lemon Drop came running out of the house, "Boys! You forgot your Tea for the road!" she said giving them each a cup of tea in disposable cups. "Thank you kindly miss!" the ponies said "Oh, and here's McSpeaks teeth!" She said gleefully giving them the little tooth filled bag, she then happily trotted back into the house and closed the door.