- >Olden Day in Hollow Shades.
- >Live in apartment with Night Watch.
- >”Anon, what's that doing there?”
- >The batpony points to your cooking utensil.
- “Well, I can't go about without my trusty spatula.”
- >She doesn't seem to understand.
- >”...Why do you carry it about everywhere?”
- >She has no idea.
- >You sit there with a calm and collected grin.
- >”It just seems like a waste of time to me.”
- >...That's gone and done it.
- “HERESY!”
- >The pone leaps backward, her face worried.
- “You don't get it!”
- >”...You're right, I don't.”
- “How dare you insult the spatula, what if there's an emergency only a spatula would be suited for?!”
- >You raise a fist.
- “I ought to introduce you to Bill,”
- >Raise the other.
- “and Ben, the Gon-Fuck-You-Up Men!”
- >She reaches for her spear beside the coat rack.
- >”...Anon, just calm down.”
- >Whoa boy.
- >Grab the spat'.
- >You mumble in tongues; the batpony looks horrified.
- >Without warning the spatula grows to the size of a sword.
- >A monotone fills the large room.
- >”THANK YOU FOR UTILIZING THE SATANIC SPANKING SPATULA 1000. HAVE A NICE DAY.”
- “Turn around, Night Watch.”
- >Her pupils shrink to dust-size.
- >”W-what's going on?”
- >Chuckle heartily.
- “Time to show you why this spat' is handy in all situations!”
- >You hit a part on the wall only you know about.
- >A grill appears from it.
- >”WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!”
- >Square sausages, burger patties and a lot of other meat plops down onto the cooker.
- >The spitting of grease arises from it.
- >You raise the spatula at the mare.
- >Screeches come from her.
- >Whistle a hearty tune as you finish the day,
- >Spanking and cooking.
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