2319

"I wouldn't suppose you serve bacon and eggs?"
>The pony taking your order shoots you a horrified look
"Thought not. Just a salad then"
>He walks off, obviously disturbed
"AND NO FUCKING FLOWERS"
>You sigh
>"Riiiight then"
>You turn to the mare you were having a discussion with moments ago
>"So i was thinking after we get though sorting-"
*HIC*
>"Anon?"
"Yeah"
>"What was that?"
"A...Hic-HIC*-cup. Why?"
>Sirens begin to blare
>A voice yells "2319! WE HAVE A 2319! PEOPLE
>"ANONYMOUS. ANONYMOUS THE HUMAN PLEASE REMAIN MOTIONLESS"
>What the fu-*HIC*
>Great, now your thoughts are hiccuping
>"PREPARE FOR DECONTAMINATION"
>This doesn't sound good
>"Duck and cover people!", Twilight shouts as she dives under the your table
>A platoon of royal guards descend from the skies
>Shops close, ponies flee from you in abject terror
>"We have a 2319 in progress"
*HIC*
>"Coming through"
>"Watch yourself"
>The armored pegasi begin to crowd around you
>One tackles you to the ground
>An odd machine is stuffed into your face, and a weird force is pushed into your lungs
>Silence
>Everyone stares at you
>No hiccups
>"Situation is all clear, I repeat, situation is all clear"
"Huh, Thanks guys"
>A cheap rubber curtain is magic'd into existence
>You clothes are ripped from you as a stream of hot water is sprayed at you, and a cone of shame placed around your next
>The curtain disappears and you are left there cupping your balls in front of most of the town
>Today was an Almost caused the extinction of ponykind kind of day