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// Chapter 2: The Sixth 
// Story: Fallout Equestria: Super-ish friends 
// by metuf 
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	"I ain't kiddin'," said an evil that had Kyle by the neck from behind, "you give me all you own, or I'll blow his brains out!"

Upon this, it was revealed who their assailant was.  Once discovered, each of the party had their own range of views, from joy to irritation to derpiness.  The mugger was blue in coloration with black highlights and marks that would tell of failed robbery attempts.  Its presence told that Tris' words on their location reign true.  The thief was an earth pony, and they legitimately were in Equestria.

"Sweet Mother Teresa on the hood of a Mercedes-Benz, its a pony!!!!!" said Tris,  who couldn't be happier at this moment.  All of his life had led to this.  Although Tris was filled with such joy, others, Jared and Kyle to name a few, were less so.

"Yeah, whoop-di-do, now let's waste it!" said Kyle, who is still being held hostage by this marauder. He made use of his knowledge of sign language to show his hatred toward the mugger, who was appalled to say the least. The pony made to hit Kyle with the butt of his pistol to quell his resistance, however, the pistol merely swung through the air. Kyle had somehow escaped into nothingness.  

"What?!  Where did he go?" the equestrian inquired," Eat lead!" Upon this exclamation, he unloaded his 10mm pistol toward Connor. It was through instinct he raised his hands in a futile attempt to halt the bullets.  He closed his eyes to shield himself from his fate.  He awoke because he heard a blast, but instead of seeing the pearly gates, he saw his would-be killer and his comrades alike in awe.  He once more extended his hand and, to his amazement fired a beam of light.  He then smiled confidently and turned his head to the robber.

With his safety as the top priority, the thief attempted to bolt as fast as his hooves could carry him.  Trying to stop him, Tris flung out his hand in a flick, from which a knife materialized and became wedged in a tree near the pony's neck. Jared added to his terror by, through no known reason, his appendages becoming electrically charged.

The once terrifying highwayman found the tables turned, his prey now cornering him. As he was backed against a wall, he noticed one was missing.  Of all the things he thought would happen in his "last" moment, the thought of someone phasing through the tree and performing a choke-slam on him, did not come to mind.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you," said Kyle in the toughest voice he could muster. He was used to threatening others, but no one took him as seriously as this cornered conniver.  He attempted to bargain for his life frantically. He could only think of one valid point in time.

"I provide racial diversity to the team!" Upon blurting this, he immediately covered his mouth with his hooves. He wasn't wrong though, as Kyle and the rest of our heroes were all white upper-middle class teenage boys who went to private school at one point or another. This was reason enough for Kyle as he then released him.

Kyle then turned to the rest of the group and triumphantly inquired," Guys, did you see that RKO?"

"Sure, but look at the flick of that wrist," Tris chimed in. Following that music played. The song was from which contained the line " look at the flick of that wrist *whoop*" Turns out the music originated from and was being produced by Connor, who so far can fire lasers and play songs. After being too quiet, everyone began to worry about Casey. He seemed to undergo a metamorphoses into a 6'7 dragon with black scales. His phrase 'but I'm a dragon' has never been more true. Jared has dominion over lightning and other electrically based devices. Tris is able to materialize weapons and alter physics to that of a video game. Finally, Kyle boasts the ability to phase through solid matter and can control the frozen elements to his will.

After this was established, everything was cool. For some pre-established reason, everyone sat in a circle and began introducing themselves. It was similar to a support group in that after each name, everyone said hello in a monotone voice.

"Hi, I'm Casey..." said Casey, of course.

"Hi Casey," said everyone else.

"And I'm a dragon."

Everyone waited to see if he would say something else, but he didn't. The rest of the introductions went in a similar fashion to Casey's. The exception being Kyle, for when he told everyone his name, no one but the pony said hello. Everyone else brandished their middle fingers and yelled,

"F***  you, Kyle!"