>Day 533
>You are Anon, the tard wrangler.
>And right now you are chasing your tardlet through the streets of p0nyville.
"Please Special Shoes, we have to get back to the house!"
>His response is a turd that came flapping out of his crevice.
>You fucking hate you job.
>You keep chasing his ass until he turns into an alley.
>Finally, you have this bastard caught.
>He realizes this and then all hell breaks loose.
>He lets out a tard screech and seems to power up.
>His tard muscles expand exponentially.
>Then he stops.
>All is quiet as he stares at you.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=AFa1-kciCb4#t=4s
"Please don't do this. You don't want this fight."
>You were obviously bullshitting because you know this fucking stallion can pull 5x the weight Big Mac can.
>He snorts.
>"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
>Oh god here it comes
>Right as he is about to smash into you, you instinctively throw a hand out.
>You slapped his nose which stunned him.
>He starts crying as he sits on his haunches.
>Feeling bad, you sit next to him.
"I'm sorry Special Shoes. How about we go get some ice cream?"
>He immediately stops crying as he stands up and bolts towards the Sugar Cube corner.
>And thus, another chase is on.
>God damn you really hate your job.