Title:           Cherry Berry Round Robin Greentext Part 2
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Wednesday 31st of December 2014 08:09:55 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 31st of December 2014 08:09:55 PM CDT

>While you inspect his ship, your hear the alien mutter something.
>"Called me an alien. Ayy lmao."
>Probably some alien phrase, you think and continue admiring this masterpiece of technology.
>Its far superior than anything ponies could make, thats for sure.
>Especially the engine fascinates you. You have never seen somthing like this before.
>Maybe he is willing to answer a few questions?
>Just as you want to open your mouth, you hear a scream.
>"God dammit, that fucking hurts!"
>You look over to the source of the noise and are disturbed by what you see.
>The alien was bleeding, he also appeared to be pulling small pieces of broken metal out of his leg.
>You know this kind of injury all too well. so you walk over to him.
"Don't pull slowly, it will hurt more this way. Just rip 'em out.
>The alien looks at you, with a worried face.
>"Really? Wouldn't that tear something apart?"
>You shake your head.
"No. Just pull them out as quickly as you can. If you fiddle around to much, you will cut you more. More than already is, I mean."
>The alien nods.
>"Okay... If you say so."
>He grits his teeth and yanks the pieces of metal out.
>As you watch him your eyes trail down to small lines of blood running down his leg.
>Half of you is disappointed his blood isn't green, your other half feels bad for thinking that.
>"You're not the first pony to be disappointed that I don't have weird blood, so don't beat yourself up over it."
>Sweet Celestia, is he a mind reader?
>"And before you ask, I'm not a telepath, either."
>He chuckles and rips out the last shred of metal out of his leg.
>"Eghh..." he sighes, "Finally... I'm metal free again."
>The large shrapnel shone in the sun as he turned it in his fingers, blood still dripping off of it.
>"Hurt like hell, those motherfuckers." He tosses it over his shoulder, before he turns to you.
>"Say. Can you do me a favor"
"..."
>You were still a bit shocked from all the blood, and how well he took his injuries.
>You never had a problem with seeing your own blood but somehow you cant stand the sight the blood of others.
>He snaps his wiggly things in front of your face.
"Huh?"
>Were you staring?
>Another snap.
>"Hey you there? I asked if you and your friend can do me a favor?"
>You come to your senses.
"Uh.. Of course. What do you need?"
>"Before I crashed, I saw a small stream not far from here. Could you bring me some water so I can clean my wounds?"
"Sure. No problem."
>You find a concave piece of wreckage and yell to Sassaflash.
"Hey, Sassy! Could you take this and go get some water from the stream over there for the alien?"
>She fixes you with a glare.
>"Don't call me Sassy, Cherry butt."
>She's already flown off to the stream before you can reply.
>Wow, what a bitch.
>But, at least her departure has left you with some alone time with mr alien.
>What should you ask him, you wonder...
"So ..."
>He shifts his attention from his wound to you.
>"Yes?"
>A smile sports his face. You really admire how well he takes his injuries.
"You are an alien."
>He lets out a small chuckle.
"Does it mean you come from the stars?"
>You point one hoof at the sky.
"And..."
>You point at his now wrecked aircraft
"Did you come in this ship?"
>The alien grins rakishly.
>"They say they found me frozen in a block of ice up North, someplace called "The Crystal Empire"."
>"The ship is just something I cobbled together from scraps while they weren't looking."
>"Speaking of which, the fuzz is probably going to be here any minute. I should get moving once my wounds are tended."
>As if on cue, the sound of police sirens begin to fill your ears.
>Or, more accurately, the sound of somepony else making the sound of a police siren.
>You and the alien both turn to glare at the returning Sassaflash, her whooping turning to giggles as she approaches the crash site, water in hoof.
>She quickly notices your combined stares of disapproval.
>"What, I can't make a joke?"
>The alien is quick to retort.
>"Just as soon as you figure out how to be funny."
>Her stupid grin disappears quicker than you can blink.
>You think you're starting to like this alien guy.
>Well, more than you did before, anyway.
>With a huff, Sassaflash sets the water-bearing concave wreckage-piece down next to the alien, who uses it to start cleaning some of his grimier wounds.