- >The 'Boss' was not just a title, but also a name
- >It was difficult to be the boss, when all of his subordinates were borderline incompetent
- >But there was a reason that the Dog Father, trapped away in the infernal plains of Tartarus, entrusted >him with this important charge
- >Even if his stature was very short, very stubby
- >The other, much larger crime dogs followed his every command without question
- >And it wasn't just because they feared the wrath of the Dog Father
- >Nor was it just because they feared the hulking mass of muscle that was always at his side, Sandy
- >Or the gangly freak show, Nails
- >Nails was critical to this. He's the one who formulated the drug
- >Something of a mad scientist
- >The Boss struck his thumb against the wall and ignited a corona of flame
- >He used it to ignite a fat cigar hanging in his lips before he waved the flame out
- >It wasn't just barking orders
- >It was managing a growing empire
- >It was making sure the world was ready for the return of the Dog Father
- >All while remaining under Celestia's radar
- >Although, at this point, Celestia didn't matter as much as she would have before
- >He was confident
- >He had this whole world under control
- >And nothing
- >Nothing
- >Was going to stay him from his task of bringing forth the Dog Father
- >“So, Fellas,”
- >He started, looking to a cadre of subordinates arranged in front of him
- >The farm house was a homely little place
- >Reminded him of his old domicile, before Celestia destroyed it
- >The dining room was his favorite place for meetings
- >It made him think of family
- >“What's the Ponyville situation lookin' like?”
- >One of the agents tips his hat
- >“Completely unable to resist. It'll be quick.”
- >The Boss didn't smile. He was never truly happy.
- >“And the other store fronts?”
- >“We got's one in Manehatten and one in Fillydelphia.”
- >The Boss puffed away at his cigar, prying it from his lips and blowing a ring in the air
- >“Once those shipments are ready, I want em' sent right over.”
- >Just then, the door creeked open
- >All eyes drifted in that direction as a nameless mobster made his way over
- >He moved cautiously
- >Slowly
- >The Boss stuck his cigar back into his mouth and puffed away, his patience thinning
- >“What is it?”
- >He barked
- >The gangster held his coat closed with one hand, and held his hat to his head with his other
- >“The... next shipment is done, Boss.”
- >The Boss rolled his eyes
- >“Finally. Alright ya mooks. Ya know what to do.”
- >“Ponyville? That's small time. The Dog Father's gonna need more stompin' ground after he returns.”
- >One of the agents spoke up
- >“When's that gonna be, Boss?”
- >The Boss cracked a smile
- >“Tonight.”
- >The others reeled with anticipation
- >Sandy and Nails were a little more reserved
- >Sandy more so. Nails allowed a shrill cackle to escape his throat
- >The others nodded their heads and bowed out of respect
- >The newbie, however – he had the gall to speak up
- >“B-but, Boss?”
- >The Boss looked over, clenching his teeth around the cigar
- >The others stopped dead in their tracks
- >“What about the Essences of Harmonics?”
- >The Boss shook his head and carried the cigar from his mouth between two fingers, dashing a pile of ash into a nearby tray
- >“What're ya, retarded? It's the Elements o' Harmony.”
- >Sandy moved, lifting his hands together to crack his knuckles
- >The Boss lifted a hand
- >“Not at the dinner table.”
- >Being the Boss was hard. This guy was a prime example of the kind of chores that were involved
- >“The Dog Father wants that we should accelerate our plans”
- >The Boss said, leaning back in his seat
- >His view became lost in a photo that was placed on the table
- >Him, back in the golden days
- >He sighed, scanning his eyes over the dame beside him, and the litter of pups at his feet
- >The Boss put the frame down on the table
- >“The Elements still exist, but they're useless. See, we got them fractured enough that there is no way they could be wielded.”
- >“Applejack ain't gonna change that.”
- >His eyes widened a degree, and he looked over to Nails
- >“We know where she is, by the way?”
- >The Boss liked to be in the know, just in case
- >“Hehe~!! She's back in Appeloosa, boss. Helpin' with their little harvest. Won't be back for days!”
- >Satisfied, the Boss disregarded the orange bitch as a non-factor
- >“After tonight, she ain't gonna have a home to come back to.”
- >“Just like us, all those years ago. Right, boys?”
- >He gave an evil chortle, which his subordinates were quick to join in
- >“Get goin' ya meatheads.”
- >The Boss looked over to the new guy, who wasn't laughing
- >He narrowed his eyes before reaching into his coat and producing a scroll
- >Confidently, he handed it over, extending his arm to the newbie
- >“'Take this to Mister Spike.”
- >The new guy took the scroll carefully in his hands
- >“Where is he, Boss?”
- >“What're ya, retarded? Second barn. Oh, an' this'll be the last letter to Old Celestia.”
- >The new guy cocked his head back questionably
- >“After he delivers it, get Rarity in the room and rub him out.”
- >The Boss canted his head and smothered out his cigar in the tray
- >“These ponies are proving to have stronger wills than we thought. But this oughta seal the deal.”
- >The new guy was hesitant at first, standing still and looking down at the parchment
- >Sandy growled
- >The Boss glared
- >“Go on! What're ya waitin' for?”
- >The timid newbie tipped his hat and bowed out of respect before taking off
- >The Boss returned his attention to the picture frame on the table, producing another cigar
- >“...Fuckin' inbreeds.”
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Sherm: My Little Anon: Episode 47
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