Title:           Magic, the worst thing since flying, yellow, mutated wasps.
Author:          Saint_Dane
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/shh1rumW
First Edit:      Tuesday 13th of May 2014 06:29:52 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 13th of May 2014 06:29:52 PM CDT

>Day today in Equestria.
>You were hangin' at the spa, waiting for Anon to show up.
>And speak of the devil, here he is.
>"Mous, why are you hanging upside-down, on the spa?"
"They didn't like the 'Longest Yard' joke."
>"Really?"
"Yup."
>He starts to on one of your arms, and the rope snaps from the tension.
>You fall.
>Right onto Anon.
>Picking your head up, you look at him.
"Are you retarded?"
>He just gives you a glare.
>He probably is.
"How did you think that was a good idea?"
>"I dunno."
>Yup.
>Retarded.
>You think of that stupid fucking thing.
>It took your ring-finger.
>You look to the little nub you have on your hand.
>It still feels like it's there.
>You look at Anon.
"Let's go back to the house, I need to fix something with the basement."
>"You're not gonna kill it, are you?"
"Not yet."
>As you're walking past a group of ponies, they pull out pillows.
>Oh god, not again.
>They start to chase after you.
"Hey! Fuck off!"
>You start to run.
>He starts to run after you.
>After the three minute run, you both make it to your house.
>Walking in, you see the basement door open.
>No...
"Anon, why is the basement door open?"
>"I don't know... It was closed when I left."
>Well, at least it wasn't him.
>Grabbing your homemade night vision goggles, you walk downstairs.
>Where is it?
>You see it.
>Scratch that, them.
>How the fuck? Is he Asexual?
>One of them turns towards you.
>To a pony, it would look like a regular rabbit.
>Well, REAL rabbit.
>But these things are scarier than a manticore on steroids.
>It had bit off your right ring finger.
>Sucks shit.
>It bares his teeth at you.
>This is how I die?
>Yup.
>It leaps.
>u wot?
>About a foot away, it is stopped by purple aura.
>That purple bitch di-
>"Oh! Sorry, Anon, I was about to put them back in their cage."
>Turning, you see Twilight walking towards you.
"Why are there multiple of them?"
>She gives a confident smile, "For science!"
"The one little fucker was enough, he took my finger!"
>You show her your wiggling little nub.
"I never got over that."
>She floats them into the big cage, and you inspect the corner.
>"Hmm, I could've sworn there was atleast seven of them."
>Inspecting further, you determine that it isn't the normal fish you give him.
"Found it."
>She looks to you, and she notices the remains, "Hmm, cannibalism is not below them, interesting."
>She pulls out a little notepad, and puts a checkmark in a box.
>Looking over the basement again, you deem it safe, and return upstairs.
>"What happened down there?"
"Twilight made copies of him, they got hungry, and ate one of the clones."
>"Ohh, that... um... why, did she make more?"
"In the name of 'science', whatever that means."
>You look at the basement door, then back to Anon, then back again.
"Hey, Anon."
>"Yeah, Mous?"
"I fucking hate Twilight."