//------------------------------// // Duncan's woes. (UC) // Story: My Little Pony: Yogcast stories. // by TheSpinterCell //------------------------------// Duncan, or Lalna, fell into a uneasy sleep. He was worried on how Tekkit was going to continue without the Co-hosts of the Yogscast in commision. He shifted his arms around his neck and stared at the ceiling. He really needed haircut, but decided to let it grow out. Balls to it. He doesn't care. He has other things to worry about. Such as production going. If Simon and Lewis., the most famous yogsmember, doesn't make another video soon. YouTube just might cancel their partnership and no money will flow. No money+No house=Living with shitty parents. He rolled over and shut his eyes forcfully, anything to sleep;He'd take it now. which brought him a simple soution. "Ah... yes, the solution to all my father's problems. And the cause of my problems." Duncan said maliciously and sat up on his bed. He bounced off and trudged to the kitchen. He opened up the 'Forbidden' cabnet in his house to find him with nice and bold wisky. He also pulled out a double shot glass. "If I wake up with a bloody mingrane, I'm murdering Paul(Sjin) in his sleep." He poured himself a glass. "I not sure about this, I don't want to show up to my VERY future kids and smack them... Ah! Hell." Duncan downed the firecontaining liquid. Which he greedly pour more in his glass, and downed it again. Leaving him with a burning sensation in his throat. "Never was a light drinker, I wasn't." Duncan smiled and poured himself more of the forbidden beverage, He decided that the short glass wasn't working so he just tipped the wisky bottle in his mouth and just chugged the brownish-cleaish liquid. "ARGH!" Duncan seethed. He continued until he felt the last of it slithering down his tainted throat. He finished with his sinusous inflamed. "That's the good stuff." Duncan said, feeling dizzy. "Welp. That's ze cue to got to zbed..." Duncan shuffled over to his green comforter and slid under te covers. He let the dizzyness drown him and lulled him to sleep. (Different personality, same person... Sort of like the LividCoffee and Lalna throey.) "What?" Livid awoken one eye. He sat up and fell on his rump. He took a look at him ad sighed, "Dammit, I knew I shouldn't have mixed those chemicals, gotten high, and drank heavly. Now I'm stuck in a bloody equine body that could speak!" Don't be rediculous! It could be worse! Lalna sighed happly in Duncun/Livid's mind. "Rubbish! Nothign could be worse than having no fingers! I can't do anyhing now except walk and talk!" You've got your labcoat and gloves! "I do, let me inspect myself further with out your oblivous commentary. No fingers mean nothing! We still have eachother! Lalna replied, "You blithering twit, I have you,! I don't want you. I'm stuck with you, and I'd kill you if possible!" Livid put his goggles on his forhead. He stood up and shook the dirt off of his white coat. "I'm going to see if there is civilization, and if there is, I'm going to either plan how to kill them, or just eat. Don't you have money? Lalna asked, "Lets see.... eh... gum.... picture of Zoey... wrench.... potions that taste like shit... Knife to kill Ryth'... AH! Gold ingots. If they use gold, I'll be alright!" Did you say picture of Zoey? Lalna asked, Is it vulgar? "If you count laying on her bed in a bikini vulgar?" Livid blushed vigorously, You still have that crush? YOU know She's still into Rythian! "But he's not, so get him out of the way we could have Zoey all to ourself! Then we can kill Rythian... and Sjin for all I care." Why Sjin? "He blew up our fucking house!" Oh yeah... Livid smiled when he saw a small filly, his alternitive hooves reached to the small knife he had in his pocket, and he traveled over to the small, white pony. He was going to strike the pony until it spoke. "Hi Mister! What are you doing in the forest?"