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ASB! Or “There is a STAND on my soup!†(MLPxJOJO)
By StarAnonCreated: 2020-12-24 05:12:34
Expiry: Never
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Originally posted on November 21st, 2016 in the MLPxJojo thread as a collab with FuckFace Mcgee
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Snap me down! It’s Fuckface Mcgee’s Anon & Ziggy Stardust in:
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ASB! Or “There is a STAND on my soup!”
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>You are…
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>Anon Yancy Mous.
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>But under the cover of the night you fight crime under the name of…
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>The Uber Nigga!
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>Just kidding.
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>You're no superhero.
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>You are way better than that.
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>You are a stand user!
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>Spider-man ain’t got nothin’ on you.
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>Except like, a bunch of movies, genius level intellect and the tightest butt…
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>Unf.
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>Some of the homo…
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>I mean.
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>Fuck it, you got no time to be thinking about men in spandex.
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>You are on a date!
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>Your bae, Twi Twi, wanted to try out this fancy ass restaurant that opened just a few weeks ago.
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>Apparently her friend Rarity wouldn’t shut up about how it was the new “in” place in town.
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>The French-Mex Buffet Jean-Pierre Sanchez.
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>What the fuck?
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>Who came up with this?
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>Whatever, play your cards right and you know what else will be “in” tonight.
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>You don’t like to jump to conclusions, but Rarity knows shit about what is popular or not.
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>This place is emptier than Derpy’s head!
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>There’s just one waiter, and some other guy sitting in a corner.
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>Let’s hope the food is edible.
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>You and Twilight take a seat.
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>This place got some ambience at least.
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>Candle lights, smooth mariachi music playing in the background…
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>Yeah, bitches love this.
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>”Isn’t this place nice?” asks Twilight.
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“It ain’t all that bad.”
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>”We should thank Rarity for recommending this place.”
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>Sure, let’s do that. She surely won’t go on and on about how fancy and posh and FABULOUS her taste in restaurants is.
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>The again, you probably should thank her a little.
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>It’s thanks to her dad that you have such a flipping prosthetic arm.
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>>”Monsieur and madame, my name is Gustav and I will be your camarero tonight.”
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>Shit, make up your mind.
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>His accents are all over the place.
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>This is why the races shouldn’t be mixing.
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>Hold on, wasn’t your girlfriend an interdimensional horse woman?
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>Bah, don’t mind the small things.
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>the waiter gives you both a menu and remains waiting next to you.
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>Let’s see what we got here.
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>…
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>This must be some kind of joke.
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>Everything listed on the menu is some bizarre mixture of French cuisine with Mexican food.
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>”I want the Bastille Enchiladas.”
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>Twilight doesn’t question this at all?
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>Well, if she doesn’t mind then neither do you.
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“I want the Louvre Nachos.”
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>>”Oui monsieur, I’ll bring them rapidamente. Please, help yourselves to some breadsticks and water on the house.”
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>He leaves with a spring on his step.
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>What a fag.
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>An indeterminate amount of time passes.
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>Wait, it’s only been ten minutes.
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>How come you didn’t notice?
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>”And then this one time, in Equestria, my brother was having a wedding and then…”
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>Oh, that’s why.
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>Something else gets your attention.
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>The other guy just got his meal served.
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>He ordered a lot!
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>There must be like five different things.
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>He grabs a taco… and he just looks at it.
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>What a weirdo.
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>>”Here’s your comida.”
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>You jump in your seat with the grace of a baby giraffe going down a slide.
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>And you totally didn’t scream like a little girl.
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>Fuck this waiter, appearing out of nowhere and shit.
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>He serves your nachos, Twilight’s enchiladas and a plate of spaghetti with meatballs.
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>”We didn’t order that.” Points out Twilight.
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>>”It’s on the house for making you wait so much for the meal señorita.”
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“It’s ok Twilight, I’ve never said no to free food.”
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>The waiter leaves and you start to dig into your nachos.
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>They are quite good!
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>They have an unhealthy amount of spice and chili, and you are sure your anus will be burning next time you drop a deuce, but it’s still worth it.
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>Twilight is also going down on those enchiladas.
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>Her face is covered in sauce.
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> What a cute Twiggy Piggy.
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>But… something feels strange.
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>You look over at the waiter.
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>He is looking intently at your table, rubbing his hands.
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>Is he also part jew?
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>Then you look back at the weirdo in the Hawaiian shirt.
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>He finally gave a bite to that taco.
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>But the filling is… moving?
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>It seems to be something black and slimy.
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>They are… no. It can’t be.
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>He is swallowing them.
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>That motherfucker is eating a snail’s taco!
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“Urp… be right back.”
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>You rush to the bathroom, holding your mouth close with your hands trying to not throw up everywhere.
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>You are Ziggy Stardust.
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>And you just swallowed a bunch of snails.
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>You leave the “Escargot Taco” on the plate, next to the other one you haven’t tried yet and the “Moulin Rouge Burrito”.
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“This was a mistake.”
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>When Sonic recommended this place, you thought it would be nice to try out something different for once.
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>And you have tried grody things before, but this is a first.
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>You don’t know about French-mex cuisine, but you have the slight suspicion that this meal is quite raw.
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>You gulp down some of your water.
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>Perhaps Sonic meant this place was good as a joke?
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>…
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>Nah, he wouldn’t do that.
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>Right?
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>Either way, you can at least agree that the ambience is great.
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>And the waiter seemed like a nice man, all dressed up in a suit and with a big Mexican moustache.
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>You may not show it, but you are a sucker for romantic things.
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>You sat at a corner where the background music could be appreciated the most, your meal was illuminated by the candlelight’s, you even ordered the couple’s “Beaner Baguette”.
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>Which come to think of it you don’t know if it’s a racist name or if it is alright when they say it.
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>And still you can’t help but feel like something important is missing.
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>You look over at the young couple that was eating a few tables away from you.
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>The guy is gone, but his girlfriend is still eating.
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>Mmm.
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>You still don’t know what could be missing.
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>This girl…
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>She eats like an animal!
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> Her face is covered in sauce.
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>And there are chunks of food flying everywhere.
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>Her boyfriend must like her a lot.
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>She is now eating from a plate of spaghetti.
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>And here you thought pasta was Italian.
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>Maybe you were wrong this whole time.
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>Although you don’t remember seeing pasta anywhere on the menu.
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>She eats a meatball and her whole body stiffens.
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>Did she finally have enough?
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>No.
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>Something is wrong.
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>She is flailing her arms desperately.
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>She is beginning to look purple-er.
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>…
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>Oh no.
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“Oh no! She is choking!”
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>You look around.
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>The waiter is nowhere in sight.
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>This is really bad!
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>You rush towards the girl.
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>You’ll have to help her yourself.
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>You try to get a hold of her, but she tries to get away from you.
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“Calm down! I’m trying to help you!”
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>She looks at you with tears in her eyes.
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>She begins to claw at her neck.
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>And then you see it.
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>There is definitely something stuck in her throat.
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>But that lump, which must be an unchewed meatball, is growing by the second.
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“It’s ok. Don’t panic, I know what to do.”
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>You go behind her and put your arms around her midsection.
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>You begin to apply pressure to the bottom of her diaphragm with your hands.
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“Come on, try to cough! You can do it!”
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>You can tell she is trying her best, but she is beginning to turn blue.
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>The lump is moving out ever so slightly.
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>She will die if you don’t do something faster.
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>You keep applying pressure with your right hand, while you shove your left one in her mouth.
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>Maybe you can get it out with your fingers.
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>This isn’t enough though.
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>You should be slapping her back, but you don’t have enough hands.
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>So you hit her back with your body.
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>It should help a little.
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>The lump is getting out faster.
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>You put a yellow star in her uvula.
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>This should be it.
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>”What the fuck!?”
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>You are Anon and you are fucking pissed.
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>This asshole rapist is humping your girl and shoving his fingers down her throat.
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>He is even making her cry.
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“Get your hands away from her!”
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>”I can’t! We are almost done!”
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>What a sick piece of shit.
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>Wait, you can see a faint glow in his left hand.
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>This guy is a stand user!
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“Damnit! Did Flash send you?”
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>”What?”
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“You won’t get away with this [FIRE IN THE CHURCH]!”
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>You call out your stand.
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>But as much as you want to use [WIFIN’ YOU] on this motherfucker, you can’t risk getting Twilight hurt, or horny in this situation.
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>The rapist gives one more push and something comes out flying from Twilight’s mouth.
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>He lets her go.
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>This is your chance!
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“REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
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>Your stand begins to pummel his body with a barrage of fists.
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>You know they won’t hurt him much, but that isn’t what you are after.
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>”[STARMAN]!”
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>His stand comes out and pushes [FITC] back to you.
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>”Look, I don’t know what you are thinking but…”
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>The thing that came out of Twilight’s mouth, who by the way is lying on the floor trying to regain her breath, bounced on a wall and then entered in his mouth.
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>Whatever it is, it's big enough that his whole mouth is covered.
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>His knees begin to shake, and his cheeks are puffing.
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>He must be feeling the effects of [WIFIN’ YOU]
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>The rapist spits out a big ball of meat, which hits Twilight in the back of her head, and now is vomiting next to your girlfriend.
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“You are done motherfucker!”
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>You send [FITC] after him.
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>But his skinny, and sexy, stand gets in the way.
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>[FITC] attacks him with a rush of punches.
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>They are too fast; he won’t be able to counter attack.
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>But fuck you sideways, you are wrong.
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>His stand (you think he said [STARMAN]) kicks [FITC] in the kneecap and both you and your stand lose balance and fall forward.
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>His stand takes this opportunity to grab [FITC] by the back of its head and slams its face (and yours) to the ground.
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>Shit, you feel like the ground just tried to rape your mouth through your teeth.
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>The rapist is getting a hold of himself.
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>[WIFIN’ YOU] must be wearing off.
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>This can’t end like this.
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>That fucker messed with you Twilight, and he also fucked with the wrong nigga.
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>You will show him [WHO I AM]
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>You get a feel of his mind bubble, and begin to attack it.
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>It’s working! The fucker is grabbing his head in pain.
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>But his stand grip isn’t getting any weaker.
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>Fine, its mind rape time!
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>You attack his bubble harder.
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>He falls on top of a table.
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>Come on! Just die already!
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>There is something in his hand.
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>A fork?
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>What is he going to do? Fork you up?
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>He stabs his leg.
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>And with that his mind bubble gets harder.
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>No way.
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>He used pain as a way to get his mind together.
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>Just who the fuck is this guy?
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>You are Ziggy and your head hurts.
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>So does your leg and your mouth, but those are on you.
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>Also you feel dizzy and disgusted.
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>That stand can really get in your head.
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>Literally.
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>But… you felt something when he attacked your mind.
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>Kind of like a distant dream.
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>Did he feel it too?
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>You have [STARMAN] release him.
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>He incorporates and grabs his bleeding face.
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>”You imbecile! You should have killed him!”
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>You look behind you.
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>The waiter came back and he looks furious.
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“You wanted him to kill me?”
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>”No! You were supposed to kill him!”
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“What? Why?”
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>”I panicked when Madame Sparkle ate the meatball my stand attacked, but then you appeared and happened to be a stand user, and then that cabrón Anon started to fight you. Everything would have been fine if you’d just killed him.”
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>>”You just go around attacking clients? That’s poor service quality.” The guy called Anon stands up and walks next to you.
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>”Of course not. Monsieur Flash paid me a lot to get him your head on a silver plate, and that’s what I’m going to do!”
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>The waiter rips off his thick moustache.
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>And reveals a thin large French moustache beneath it
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>Both Anon and you gasp at the revelation.
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>”With both of you weakened, you’ll be no match for my stand [TOYS FOR BOYS]!”
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>A robotic Eiffel Tower materializes behind him.
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>His stand grabs a knife and a fork and they both grow to become the size of a grown man.
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>Anon calls out his stand.
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“You know… I don’t really get what’s going on between you two, but from what I get you almost killed this girl, right?”
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>”That’s all you understood from my monologue?” says he waited angrily.
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“Well then…, “ you pose and point at him “let me tell you, you just lost this battle.”
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>”Qué?”
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>The waiter looks where you are pointing, and realizes he is stepping on a giant black star!
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>You stick a yellow star on Anon, his girlfriend and yourself.
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“Hold him there please.”
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>>”You got it!”
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>The waiter tries to get away from the black star, but Anon’s stand gets a hold of his mind keeping him in place.
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>You walk over Anon’s girlfriend and have [STARMAN] pick up the giant meatball from her head.
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>[STARMAN] throws it to the air, jumps, and spikes it with a mighty punch.
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>The meatball is bouncing all over the restaurant, breaking everything on its way.
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>”Mon dieu” says te waiter weakly before the meatball crashes with his face.
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>The meatball continues to bounce across the room, always away from you three and every time hitting the waiter all over his body.
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>After twenty times, the mass of meat crashes definitely on top of his body, leaving him with no teeth and most of his bones broken.
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>Anon and You pose and point at him.
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“Bon appetit.”
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>”Motherfucker!”
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Dual Heat Attack!: “Bon Appetit Motherfucker!”
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>You are Twilight Sparkle.
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>And this is by far the worst date you’ve ever had.
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>You almost choked to death and there is meat and grease all over your body.
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>You incorporate and look over to Anon and the other guy.
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>They are looking at each other menacingly face to face.
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>Are they going to fight?
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>Anon speaks first.
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>”SATIPO?”
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>The other man smirks.
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>>”KANYE?”
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>”Heh heh heh.”
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>>”Ha ha ha.”
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>And then they both engage in a weird handshake.
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>”Mah man!”
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>>”Mah boi!”
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>”Mah man”
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>>”Mah boi!”
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>They keep going at it.
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>You recognize friendship when you see it, but this is a brand new experience for you.
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“It’s the last time I ask Rarity for advice on where to eat.”
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