Eh, some stories are connecting together again. Mayhem ensured.

The last week is a bit blurry, like an old VHS tape.

The least plausible thing in this story. No way does Scootaloo have any idea what the fuck a VHS tape is.

“Tax evasion.” The singer sighed as the policemen dragged him away.

Just like Al Capone.

“Her?” Sunset chuckled. “I tried to teach her to drive once. We didn’t even get out of the parking lot outside the store, but she did manage to roll the car over.”

Wait what... FUCKING HOW THOUGH.

Do

“You’d better finish this conversation outside,” Copper Top said. “Or I’ll be forced to employ police brutality.”

So long as they ain't black no one will care.