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picklehead's Day Out Part 2

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>Day I’m still magic in Equestria.
>After an eventful morning with Twilight, you’re slumped on the couch, pondering what to do.
“Hmmm…who haven’t I visited lately? I made “special” cupcakes with Pinkie yesterday; I helped Spike bury that dead hooker on Tuesday…”
>Man, that was a funny day. When you shoved so many pickles into that hooker she exploded! His face was priceless.
>You waltz around the house, trying to figure out who to go have fun with.
“I made this snazzy new suit with Rarity on Monday, and I helped Applejack with her stall on Sunday….”
>You stare into the sky, pondering. Then, it hits you harder than Celestia’s hoof after you visited her.
“I’ll go see Luna! I haven’t seen her since…damn…before she got banished!”
>You run into your kitchen and grab your best jar.
“I’m sure she’ll understand. No one could stay made at me for [data expunged because it fits the story] years, the record is two pickles!”
>You go outside, and carefully place the jar onto the walk.
>You clamor onto the roof, and step onto the diving board.
>Why do you have a diving board on the roof? Fuck you that’s why.
>You jump off, do a double back flip somersault 360 no scope pistol switch fakie, and belly flop onto your jar, a squirrel holding up a score card with the picture of a pickle next to you.
1/?
Somewhere on the moon…
>Luna is pacing back and forth, waiting for her moon cakes to be done.
>She had a sweet pad goin on, a large plasma screen set up in front of a sweet couch, and fridge behind that, and a big bed off to the side.
>Her moon cake was takin too damn long.
>Shit was tasty, but it took too long to heat up.
>Fuck space and it’s lack of warmth.
>With a “ding!” the cakes are done, and she pops open the microwave.
>”Sheesh! I’ve been waiting for freakin’ ever!” she says, and grabs the cellophane packaging.
>She rips off the corner, and for no reason in particular, it explodes, the white creamy filling getting all over her face.
>picklehead stands in the ruins of what once was her snack cake, wiping a bit of cream off his shoulder.
“Sorry Luna, didn’t mean to cream on you. Honest mistake!”
>She shakes her head, getting rid of the cream, and shoots him a death glare.
>”The hell man! That was the last one in the box!” she says angrily.
>You hop over the couch, splaying yourself out onto the couch.
“Oh calm down, I’ll get you some more.”
>You pull out your jar, and shake a couple boxes out of it.
“There, feel better?”
>She plops down in front of the coffee table, and gives a sigh.
>”Man, what are you doing here? Remember the last time you and I hung out?” she says, popping open a box of Moon Cakes.
“Hey, Chernobyl was not my fault. Fluttershy thought nuclear meltdowns might be my fetish!”
>She shrugs, and pops the cake out of the microwave.
2/?
>”Whatever man. Now, what brings you to the moon?” she asks.
“I thought we might have some fun! Like the good ol’ days!”
>She rolls her eyes, and takes a bite, sitting down in at the other end of the couch.
>”Wha good timshes? Lasht one got me shent here!” she says, her mouth full.
“First, maybe talk with your mouth not full, and second, remember the pranks we pulled!”
>She swallows, and get that “flashback”” look.
>”Yeah, those were some funny times. Remember what we did to Rarity’s hair! Priceless!” she says chuckling.
“That’s the spirit! And remember what we did to the changelings!”
>She starts cracking up. “Oh man! I never thought we’d find a use for that cut out of my sisters big ass!”
>You both chuckle for a bit, and you spring up.
“One more, whaddya say? For old time’s sake?”
>She thinks for a moment, then gets a devious grin.
>”Alright, whaddya got in mind?”
Meanwhile, back in Canterlot..
>You are now Celestia, and it was time for the sun to set, and the moon to rise.
>You always felt a pang of guilt doing this. It reminded you of what you had to do to your dear sister.
>I mean, she had turned evil, but she didn’t have to say all those mean things to you.
>Your horn lights up, and you magic the sun towards the horizon, and bring the moon out from hiding.
>Raising it into the sky, you notice something strange.
>There was…green paint! Someone had wrote something on the moon!
>You magic over your telescope, and peer through it.
“You have a big ass. With love, Luna and picklehead <3” it read.
>You grimace.
>”Idiots.”

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>Day I’m still magic in Equestria.
>After an eventful morning with Twilight, you’re slumped on the couch, pondering what to do.
“Hmmm…who haven’t I visited lately? I made “special” cupcakes with Pinkie yesterday; I helped Spike bury that dead hooker on Tuesday…”
>Man, that was a funny day. When you shoved so many pickles into that hooker she exploded! His face was priceless.
>You waltz around the house, trying to figure out who to go have fun with.
“I made this snazzy new suit with Rarity on Monday, and I helped Applejack with her stall on Sunday….”
>You stare into the sky, pondering. Then, it hits you harder than Celestia’s hoof after you visited her.
“I’ll go see Luna! I haven’t seen her since…damn…before she got banished!”
>You run into your kitchen and grab your best jar.
“I’m sure she’ll understand. No one could stay made at me for [data expunged because it fits the story] years, the record is two pickles!”
>You go outside, and carefully place the jar onto the walk.
>You clamor onto the roof, and step onto the diving board.
>Why do you have a diving board on the roof? Fuck you that’s why.
>You jump off, do a double back flip somersault 360 no scope pistol switch fakie, and belly flop onto your jar, a squirrel holding up a score card with the picture of a pickle next to you.
1/?
Somewhere on the moon…
>Luna is pacing back and forth, waiting for her moon cakes to be done.
>She had a sweet pad goin on, a large plasma screen set up in front of a sweet couch, and fridge behind that, and a big bed off to the side.
>Her moon cake was takin too damn long. 
>Shit was tasty, but it took too long to heat up.
>Fuck space and it’s lack of warmth.
>With a “ding!” the cakes are done, and she pops open the microwave.
>”Sheesh! I’ve been waiting for freakin’ ever!” she says, and grabs the cellophane packaging.
>She rips off the corner, and for no reason in particular, it explodes, the white creamy filling getting all over her face.
>picklehead stands in the ruins of what once was her snack cake, wiping a bit of cream off his shoulder.
“Sorry Luna, didn’t mean to cream on you. Honest mistake!”
>She shakes her head, getting rid of the cream, and shoots him a death glare.
>”The hell man! That was the last one in the box!” she says angrily.
>You hop over the couch, splaying yourself out onto the couch.
“Oh calm down, I’ll get you some more.”
>You pull out your jar, and shake a couple boxes out of it.
“There, feel better?”
>She plops down in front of the coffee table, and gives a sigh.
>”Man, what are you doing here? Remember the last time you and I hung out?” she says, popping open a box of Moon Cakes.
“Hey, Chernobyl was not my fault. Fluttershy thought nuclear meltdowns might be my fetish!”
>She shrugs, and pops the cake out of the microwave.
2/?
>”Whatever man. Now, what brings you to the moon?” she asks.
“I thought we might have some fun! Like the good ol’ days!”
>She rolls her eyes, and takes a bite, sitting down in at the other end of the couch.
>”Wha good timshes? Lasht one got me shent here!” she says, her mouth full.
“First, maybe talk with your mouth not full, and second, remember the pranks we pulled!”
>She swallows, and get that “flashback”” look.
>”Yeah, those were some funny times. Remember what we did to Rarity’s hair! Priceless!” she says chuckling.
“That’s the spirit! And remember what we did to the changelings!”
>She starts cracking up. “Oh man! I never thought we’d find a use for that cut out of my sisters big ass!”
>You both chuckle for a bit, and you spring up.
“One more, whaddya say? For old time’s sake?” 
>She thinks for a moment, then gets a devious grin.
>”Alright, whaddya got in mind?”

Meanwhile, back in Canterlot..
>You are now Celestia, and it was time for the sun to set, and the moon to rise.
>You always felt a pang of guilt doing this. It reminded you of what you had to do to your dear sister.
>I mean, she had turned evil, but she didn’t have to say all those mean things to you.
>Your horn lights up, and you magic the sun towards the horizon, and bring the moon out from hiding.
>Raising it into the sky, you notice something strange.
>There was…green paint! Someone had wrote something on the moon!
>You magic over your telescope, and peer through it.
“You have a big ass. With love, Luna and picklehead <3” it read.
>You grimace.
>”Idiots.”

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