Title:           Sherm: My Little Anon: Episode 47
Author:          Long_Gone_Writer
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/A0GMmeDi
First Edit:      Wednesday 7th of November 2012 09:57:10 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 7th of November 2012 09:57:10 AM CDT

>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.”