>You wake up
>Whoa, you could have sworn you were dead
>What is this place? All around theres these freaky ass lookin horse things walkin around
>the last thing you remember, you were fighting this crazy ass mexican and he shot your ass
>you think you see buildings or some shit
>and there are more of those horse ass lookin niggas
>oh shit one of em is comin up to you
>you get ready to knock this horse nigga out with your fists of steel
>until it's equine lookin ass mouth starts moving
"Hey there! My name's Pinkie Pie! What's yours?"
>what the fuck is this nigga talkin bout?
"trayvon"
>she looks at you with her freaky ass lookin head sideways a little bit
"I've never heard that name before! Where'd you get it?"
>That's a stupid muh fuckin question
"from my momma?"
>she keeps lookin at you sideways and shit with some retarded ass lookin grin on her face
"Do you like parties!?!"
"what kind of a retarded ass question is that nigga"
>now she starts lookin at you like you speakin spanish
"what's a.. nigga?"
>shit, this horse thing dumb as fuck
"nigga I ain't bout to waste my time explaining to you what a nigga is. and yes, I do like parties."
>that doofy ass smile is back too
"YAY! I'mgonnathrowyouthebiggestwelcomepartyeverandit'sgonnabesoawesome!"
>this nigga needs to lay off the coke
>that pink ass pony starts bouncing off away
>how the fuck she jumpin that high?
>suddenly a smell hits yo nose
>it can't be that
>it gotta be
>that smell is too familiar
>is that... skittles?