Title:           [NON MMP] Pone-bas
Author:          Hexus
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First Edit:      Friday 4th of March 2016 11:26:42 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Thursday 28th of April 2016 12:02:57 AM CDT

======Writing Prompt=======
Armed roomba waifu when?
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>You eagerly take two boxes inside your house
>Christmas presents from your rich, distant family
>You barely skim over the letter wishing you a good holiday season.
>Unwrapping the first box reveals a pone-ba, cleaning pony.
>The inactive little horse looks like she's sleeping peacefully in her box.
>You pick up the manual sitting on her head and remote and set them down on a coffee table next to you.
>You dig into the other box.
>Another pone-ba and the letter says much the same.
>Is your reputation really that bad?
>A glance around the room shows more than a little dust.
>You hit the remote idly and continued to look over the instructions aloud.
"Our models come fully charged..."
>Two happy little tunes play, partially muffled in the boxes.
>You skimmed the manual some more while the two pushed their own boxes over to squirm out onto the floor proper.
>"Hello user, I'm Ziggo!" said the red one.
>"Hello user, I'm Tazzie!" said the silver one.
>There was a prolonged silence and you looked down.
>The two stared each other down for a few seconds.
>They each reached out a hoof to touch one another, mirroring the movements as they tilted their head quizzically.
>"What," they both said in unison.
>You watched this drama play out for a few seconds before you crouched down to look both of them in the eye.
"Yeah, hi, you're both pone-bas."
>The two looked annoyed at you.
>The silver one spoke first.
>"Why would you have two pone-bas?"
>"This must be some kind of test," said Ziggo, the red one.
>"The other pone-ba will be sent back as defective?" Tazzie fretted.
>"Likely."
>"A contest, then."
>"I won't lose," they both said.
>"Especially not to a glorified vacuum like you."
>"We're the same model, stupid."
>"Nuh uh."
>"Yeah huh, but I just have superior processors."
>"No, I do!"
>"Horse!"
>"Old cleaning lady!"
>The silver one gasped.
>"It's on, you tramp!"
>The two ran about your home cleaning as much as they could, vacuuming the floor.
>"Done!" they both yelled at the exact same time.
>"I was faster."
>"No, I was!"
"I think you guys got done at the same time. You're both equally g-"
>"Another contest!"
>"You're on!"
>Ziggo dashed into your restroom, diving under the counter for the cleaning supplies.
>"I can clean the bathroom!"
>Tazzie rushed for the laundry hamper, pushing it across the home to the laundry room with mighty pony strength.
>"I can do the laundry!"
>Ziggo galloped into the kitchen and climbed on top of the kitchen stool.
>"I can rinse the dishes!"
>Tazzie rushed for the laundry hamper, pushing it across the home to the laundry room with mighty pony strength.
>"I can do the laundry!"
>Ziggo galloped into the kitchen and climbed on top of the kitchen stool.
>"I can rinse the dishes!"
>Tazzie did the same, grabbing your other kitchen stool.
>"I can wash the silverware!"
>"Me too!"
>"Oh yeah?" they both growled.
>Suddenly they both reached into the suds-filled sink and pulled out kitchen knives.
>Pointing a cleaver menacingly at the other, one pony yells a challenge.
>"I can wash it in your blood, horse!"
>The other brandishes a long filet knife.
>"My thoughts exactly!"
>This has quickly turned violent.
>They begin swordfighting with the blades.
"Stop, stop; you're exactly the same, you shouldn't be fighting!"
>The two ponies froze, one knife mid-thrust and the other mid-parry
>"How can you say that, user?"
>"Yeah, really, look at my rich red color."
>"Look at my beautiful silver! Can't you see the difference?"
>"Ponies must all look the same to this guy."
>"Wow, what a chump."
>"Colorblind."
>"Can't even see your ruby red."
>"If he can't tell that from your glistening silver, I don't even know what to do."
>"Some things just aren't worth fighting for."
>"You can't fix stupid," the red one nods sagely.
>"I'm so sorry, sister," says the siver one.
>"Me too."
>"Let's just clean this up. We don't need to make the user look bad."
>"Yeah, he can do it on his own."
>Giggling, they set about cleaning the house.
>As for you, you slumpt into a couch to reevaluate your life.
>You were on your third set of mental gymnastics when a hoof tapped your arm.
>The two pone-bas were done and the house looked immaculate.
>"Hey, we're a little exhausted after all that," said the red one.
>"Yeah," the silver one tiredly agreed.
>"We set up the charging stations in your bedroom."
>"Goodnight, user."
>They bowed simultaneously and left the room.
>When you finally came back to your own bedroom to check on them, they were fast asleep on a set of little round beds labeled "Recharging Station" on one side.
>Pone-bas.