Mental Anon

>Wake up in the morning feeling like-
<I swear to Celestia, you say "P-Diddy" I am going to bitchslap you
>It's day 107 in Pnyville
<Oh good, you can count that high. I thought you could only count to potato
>There is a knock at the front door
<NO! Don't do the cliched "Rape" story
>You open the door
<Walk the dinosaur and I pull out the 12 gauge
>you find Fluttershy standing there
<OR A MOTHER BUCKING FETISH STORY
>"Hey Anon. How are you?'
'Umm...I'm good Fluttershy. Just feeling a bit weird.'
>Your head starts to hurt a bit
<And let me guess. you pass out, and she gets jiggy with it
>'Maybe you should see a doctor?'
'I think I just need some asprin'
>You decide to walk to P0nyville with Fluttershy to go see if the medical centre has some
<Oh of course they will, but they will slip you a mickey and rape you.
>You buy some and take a few.
<Night Night Nigger
>You're head doesn't feel any better
<No shit. It's probably a tumour or some shit and he dies. And it's "YOUR" not "YOU'RE". Is he head? NO!
>Fluttershy taps you on the shoulder
>'Anon, I was wondering if you would like to join me for dinner tonight?'
>She gives you the filly eyes and you can't resist
>You tell her you would love to ha-
<THAT"S IT. HE IS GOING TO GET RAPED AND YOU KNOW IT
>Oh for fuck's sake, will you shut the fuck up?!? I'm trying to write a fucking story over here.
<Key word: TRYING. You couldn't write for shit
>And you can do better?
<I ain't saying i can, but I won't prance about thinking I can
>You wanna fucking fight me
<Bring it on. You're a lousy fighter anyway!
'OH FUCKING HELL, THE VOICES IN MY HEAD WON'T STOP. FLUTTERSHY, GET TWILIGHT QUICKLY!!!!!!!!!'

>Anon is locked in mental institute outside Canterlot because of you.
<Go suck Bic Mac's dick
>How about you shut the fuck up?!
<HOW ABOUT YOU MAKE ME?!?!
'HOW ABOUT YOU BOTH SHUT THE FUCK UP?!?!'
>Fuck you’re a moody bloke
<Yeah what's up your arse?
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