“Ok, I think that’s enough…”
But the blasted little tots began to totter around advertising what they had learned.
“Shit-a! Fuka! Shit-a! Fucka! Shit-a!”
I summoned up a police man outfit and a barred cage.
“That is definitely enough! Hmf!”
Walking over to them, I picked the fillies up by their scruffs and plopped them into the cage.
Slamming the door shut, I began to cackle at them.
“Now who’s a fucking shit head? Ha!”
I was walking away when I heard a weird whoosh sound. I turned around to see the boy flying up out of the opened top cage.
A second later, the other thing followed.
“WHY?!?!” I screamed.
And so the great chase began.
It was filled with many “Shit-a’s”, and “Come here you little bastards!”
I have to admit, this job was the most tiring thing I have ever done.
First they zoomed through the air like little helicopters whizzing past my head and avoiding my madly swinging arms.
Then, they burst through the door to the rest of the house, cackling like mad.
Through bathrooms and bedrooms, hallways and all sorts of miscellaneous rooms I pursued the little assholes until I finally cornered them.
“Ha ha ha!” I laughed in triumph. “There’s nothing you can do now-”
But I was cut off by the noise of two very loud whoopee cushions exploding.
“Now, that’s very funny and all, but- oh!”
I realized they were not whoopee cushions at all.
A horrendous scent filled my nostrils and made me gag; the farts were like poisonous gas.
I knew then that that was the last straw.
“GHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!”
I rushed through doors, not even noticing where I was going.
When I finally managed to burst outside, I turned left and ran as fast as I could.
A day later, I got the news while I was trying to relax in a spa.
The article stated that I- Discord, the most awesomely terrible- had been revoked of my title as Chaos King.
Instead, two pesky, little assholes in Ponyville were.
“Shit.”