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// Think Again 
// Story: A Very Happy and Sunny Life 
// by Wearin Hat 
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	Before you say anything, I want you to go ahead and shut the fuck up, okay?  It isn’t funny that I fucked up last daynight.  We all mess up, damn it.

Now, if you don’t fucking mind, there are some very important issues I have to address.

That balloon is an integral part of my plan.  How else will I get Scootatard to throw this stuff at Diamond Tiara?  So, I need to get a new balloon and I’m not overly willing to go buy new ones.  Why?  Well, my bookish friend, in this town there exists a foal machine who has three balloons for a cutie mark and I’d like to avoid ever speaking to her again.

Don’t worry about the mixture, there’s still plenty of it left.

So, with the understanding that I need to…wait, give me a second to get some air.  That crap really smells bad.

Where was I?  Right, the balloon.

I’m not sure where I can buy any.  As I’m sure you’ve noticed, I never have any reason to have any.  You think maybe the Pinktard has some she’d hoof (Perhaps cherry wood?) over?  What?  Yeah, you’re right, I’m sure she has plenty of them.  I just have to convince her in to giving me one.

Okay, I’ll go do that right now since she’s probably awake during the mevening.

Oh hey, just got an idea!  I’ll take the whole mixture and she can help me fill the balloon up!  Good idea Booky!

How could this possibly go wrong?