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- >be Anon, as per usual
- >sitting on your patio on a beautiful summer day, glass of lemonade held high
- >chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
- >no b-ball, though
- >oh yes, nothing could ruin this fine day
- >”Smawty fine wand faw dummeh hewd!”
- >a dull shout of “way” is heard from a short distance away
- >you open your eyes and remove your shades
- >standing in front of you is a twelve-fluffy herd, smarty included
- >who, as it stands to be, is currently sneering at you
- >”Dis smawty wand, dummeh hoomin! Weave-“
- >you cut him off
- >”…now, or get big ouchies?”
- >the smarty looks startled for a split second
- >”How dummeh know wha’ smawty wan’ say?!”
- >”Please, like you’re the first smarty to show up in my yard.”
- >”Dewe…uddah smawties?! Bes’ smawty gon’ gif bigges’ owwies!”
- >while he’s rambling to himself about his plots for mass destruction, you decide to take a look at the herd
- >all of them are completely rigid, staring off into space
- >“…and den smawty gon’ use hown ting ta-“
- >”Say, what’s wrong with your herd?”
- >he looks at you like you just asked the most idiotic question in the world
- >”Dey dummehs.”
- >”What do you mean by dummies?”
- >at that, one of the fluffies speaks up
- >”Fbwend.”
- >”Oh. Oh. That’s what’s wrong with them.”
- >the smarty grins and nods his head
- >”Smawty haf hewd fuww of dummeh fwuffies!”
- >he comes in close and puts a hoof beside his face, as if to muffle his voice to the other fluffies
- >”Dey easy faw hafin’ spechaw huggies wif.”
- >”Thanks for letting me know.”
- >”Buh dis smawty wand now! Weave.”
- >you put down your glass
- >”You want this land? Fine. You can have it.”
- >the smarty turns to his “dummeh hewd” and starts to tell them the good news
- >”On one condition, that is.”
- >he stops and turns around with a glare
- >”Wha’ condishun?!”
- >”Well, you are a smarty in a dummy herd, no?”
- >the smarty nods, keeping his rigid, angry glare
- >”Then you should be able to answer a question for me.”
- >”Dummeh hoomin! Smawty nu haf time faw quesshun!”
- >”Well, a REAL smarty would never turn down a chance to prove how smart he really is. Guess you’re hardly a smarty.”
- >the other eleven fluffies let out a simultaneous “ooooooooh”
- >”Smawty am bestest smawty! Wha’ dummeh quesshun?!”
- >”Is a set of all sets a set of itself?”
- >the smarty freezes in place instantly
- >you see his eyes drift off in two different directions
- >his posture becomes slouched and lazy
- >his mouth hangs agape and he begins to drool
- >”Wha’ happen…ta…smawty…”
- >”Relax, it’ll wear off in about an hour. Now, you should be in the hypnotic state by now, so listen clearly: there’s a shelter about a block from here. Walk past the big tree, and it’ll be on the left. You can’t miss it.”
- >”Wha’ weft?”
- >”You know, why don’t you just sit in front of the tree? I’m sure they’ll spot you and your herd there.”
- >the smarty ever so slowly nods and leads his herd out of the yard
- >one fluffy remains sitting there, staring up at you
- >”Go on, now. Your smarty might leave without you.”
- >the fluffy opens its mouth to speak
- >”Profuse thanks, dearest person. You have brought concord to this astonishing flock following quite a lengthy period.”
- >with that, the fluffy walks back to the smarty
- >you lean back in your deck chair and snatch the lemonade glass
- >goddamn is it ever fun to drop logic bombs on a fluffy pony
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