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- >You're in your bandmate's garage, rehearsing for an upcoming gig.
- >You're the guitarist, and a pretty kick-ass one at that.
- >You decide to bring your fluffy along, because you didn't have a babysitter.
- >Coincidentally, your bandmates have fluffies as well.
- >You all question why you got them in the first place.
- >Anyway, practice begins, and you play a pretty awesome song you wrote yourself.
- >It's too loud for the ponies, and they start crying.
- >Your music initially drowns it out, but they get louder and it gets on your nerves.
- >You stop playing and stare at the little wailers.
- >Your bandmates then exchange looks, figuring out what to do.
- >The bassist chimes in.
- >"Why not lock them in the laundry?"
- >Perfect. What could go wrong?
- >You immediately lock them in.
- >They don't seem to bothered, because, hey, they have friends with them.
- >You get back to rehearsing.
- >After 10 minutes of jamming, you make some pretty sweet music.
- >It's all interrupted by a loud bang.
- >Coming from the laundry.
- >The drummer mutters to himself.
- >"Dear God, no."
- >You immediately run to where you stashed the little bastards.
- >They're all covered in bubbles, giggling at each other.
- >The washing machine is completely destroyed.
- >The bassist is fuming, considering it's his house.
- >You and the drummer eventually calm him down.
- >You can't leave them alone, it seems.
- >You suddenly come up with an idea.
- >"Get some cotton buds!"
- >Five minutes later, you've given the ponies some earplugs to drown out noise from the instruments.
- >They don't seem to be bothered by it.
- >Alright, jam time.
- >As soon as you begin performing, the fluffy little shits begin making obnoxious noises, smashing things, and making a mess of the garage.
- >You've had enough.
- >You've all had enough.
- >Those furry little rats have got to go.
- >You put your instruments on the ground and walk up to the ponies.
- >You each grab your fluffy.
- >You point to the kick drum.
- >"You guys wanna play in there?"
- >The ponies respond enthusiastically.
- >The drummer opens up the drum.
- >All the ponies run inside and hug each other.
- >He quickly closes and seals the drum.
- >He places the pedal.
- >He places his foot on it.
- >You all have smiles on your faces.
- >"Hit it!"
- >Suddenly, the drummer starts tapping the pedal with his foot repeatedly.
- >The ponies inside react, and are terrified.
- >Fortunately, the drum cover is transparent only from the outside, so they don't see you.
- >The beating gets faster.
- >The screaming increases.
- >Suddenly, all the ponies inside explode, leaving nothing but blood inside.
- >You all laugh in sheer amazement.
- >You think to yourself.
- >"I fucking love music
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