>>42752671 (OP) >You step away from the door. >code red… orange, blue, yellow and the rest of the colors you don’t care to list right now. >You walk towards the kitchen of this small rundown ponyville shack. >The distinct sound of hooves on wood ring out as the blue horse gets impatient. >”I know you’re in there, anon!!” >You open your fridge, your salvation sitting right there next to a half empty ketchup bottle. >A golden square, made for the express purpose of defeating these tiny bundles of sunshine. >As you walk back towards the door you unwrap the geometric weapon of pony destruction from its plastic wrap. >You open the door by 45 degrees. >”Oh finally, you ape. Now are you gonna buck m-“ >The great weapon flies from your hand. The distinct sound of American Sliced Cheese on an animals face cuts off the skittle pone. >Rainbow Dash writhes on the ground, her not so dexterous hooves clawing at her face to get the cheese off. >”AHH!! BUCK YOU, ANON!! NOT AGAIN!!!” >You close the door and go about your fuck ass business in the sanctity of your creaky house.
