Smoko Time (One-Shot)

>You are Anonymous.
>You are slightly psychotic, seeing two schizophrenic hallucinations named Alice and Mark.
>And you now live in Ponyville, Equestria.
>Right now, though, you were standing behind a police blockade, looking at the mess in town.
>Berry Punch had flipped out, and held a broken bottle to a guard’s throat, because he knocked over her cider.
>So here you are. Next to you stood a guard with a megaphone, trying to defuse the situation.
>Guard: Miss Berry Punch. Please put the bottle down and come quietly.
>Berry: NEVER! CUNT SPILLED ME CIDER!!
>She brings the bottle closer to the young guard’s throat.
>You sigh deeply. You hoped it would never come to this.
‘Give me the megaphone.’
>The guard looks at you.
‘Do you want to save his life or not?’
>He passes you the megaphone, and you clear your throat.
‘Ber?’
>BP:ANON! TELL THEM! TELL EM HE SPILLED ME CIDER!!
‘Ber, calm down.’
>BP: NO, ANON! THEM CUNTS GOT TO YOU TOO?!
‘Ber, do you know what time it is?’
>BP: No, why?
‘It’s smoko.’
>Berry immediately drops the bottle and you walk forwards, dropping the megaphone.
>BP: Rusty trough?
‘Sounds good. Your shout.’
>BP: No worries mate.
>Today was a smoko, cunt kinda day.