[FLUTTERRAPE] Escape From Sanity


                                            Originally uploaded to Pastebin: August 5th, 2013

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                                            >"What colour is this red cart?"

                                            "...Red."

                                            >"Very good!"

                                            >The pony in a white uniform smiles at you and picks up the last card from the pile.

                                            >"Now tell me, what animal is this?"

                                            >The card depicts a zebra eating a watermelon happily.

                                            "Isn't that racist?"

                                            >"Awww, the answer was Zebra!"

                                            >She titters.

                                            >"I'll mark you down for a larger dosage..."

                                            >The pony scribbles some notes down on a clipboard as you glare at her.

                                            >Catching your glance, she smiles at you.

                                            >"Last question, then you can go for your lunch."

                                            >Oh boy.

                                            >"What is your name?"

                                            >Roll your eyes and sigh.


                                            >You are Anonymous.

                                            >And you are -not- insane.


                                            >"Same time next week, Anonymous!"

                                            "I can't wait."

                                            >"That's the spirit!"

                                            >She smiles one last time and trots off down the hallway while two burly stallions who only just come up to your stomach try to tug you the other way.

                                            >"Come on, big guy. We've got carrots this way. You like carrots, right?"

                                            "Do you patronise every patient like this?"

                                            >The guard lets out a warm laugh and nudges the other stallion.

                                            >"D'aww, he thinks he knows what 'patronise' means."

                                            >The second guard pats your leg affectionately.

                                            >"Isn't he adorable?"

                                            >"He is."

                                            >Allow them to escort you to the food room.

                                            >Not the cafeteria, as in, what normal people would call it.

                                            >No.

                                            >The food room.

                                            >Huff and stroll over to a table.

                                            >Sit down next to your best friend in this hell hole.

                                            >The only one you can confide in.

                                            >Your metaphorical rock for you to clutch onto in this torrent of day-by-day misery that you have to endure.

                                            >"BARK BARK BARK!"

                                            >Screw Loose leans towards you and starts licking your cheek.

                                            >Push her away and calm her down by scratching her ear.

                                            "So. Good day?"

                                            >She starts panting then begins growling at her food.

                                            >Screw Loose was a funny pony.

                                            >The only person she seems to trust is you-

                                            >Watch her lick her hooves clean.

                                            >-You're not sure why she does, though.

                                            >Pan your eyes across the room.

                                            >All the ponies in here are actually mad. You're the exception.

                                            >Why you were thrown in here is beyond you. What you did was perfectly rational.

                                            >Your eyes land on a figure sat in the middle of the room by herself.

                                            >The batpony sniffs, then locks eyes with you.

                                            >Wave and offer a small smile.

                                            >She smiles back.

                                            >Then opens her mouth.

                                            >"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

                                            >Oh god.

                                            >"eeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

                                            >Wince as the noise threatens to burst your ear drums.

                                            >The staff watching over the room jump on her and restrain her before she can finish giving everyone permanent hearing loss.

                                            >Turn back to talk to Screw Loose to find that she's gone.

                                            >Probably gone to smell the staff or whatever it is she does in her spare time.

                                            >You get something to eat.

                                            >Or rather, it's given to you.

                                            >A carrot wrapped in safety foam.

                                            >You've had worse.

                                            >After you finish eating, there's still no sign of Screw. So you decide to have head back to your padded room. Escorted, that is.

                                            >On the way there, you catch a glance through the door to the big boss' office.

                                            >You've never met the guy, but you briefly see some yellow through the crack in the door.

                                            >Looks like a new member of staff is joining up.

                                            >Maybe she can see that you're perfectly sane.

                                            >While you process these thoughts, the escorts gently guide you into your cell, patting you on the leg and assuring you that it wasn't your fault the entire time.

                                            "You people are idiots."

                                            >"Shh... There there. You'll feel better after you've had a nap."

                                            >They shut the door and you lie down in your bed.

                                            >Lean over and scratch another day on the tally you've made in the foam.

                                            >You've spent 45 days here. All because you got drunk and threw paint at Princess Celestia.

                                            >Hopefully they'll see that you're not mad soon enough and let you out.

                                            >Hopefully.


                                            >Day 46 in Sanity Mental Home for Damaged Minds.

                                            >Wake up.

                                            >Shit.

                                            >Well it's not like they'd let you near a razor or something that sprays water everywhere.

                                            >Pace your room for a few minutes and think about what the day might bring.

                                            >After a while, someone knocks on your door.

                                            >"Anonymous! We have somep0ny to see you! Doesn't that sound like fun?"

                                            >Sigh.

                                            "Yes. I suppose."

                                            >You're curious to see who it might be though.

                                            >The door is unlocked and opened.

                                            >Look down.

                                            >A small yellow pegasus looks up at you, wearing a white coat similar to all the other staff.

                                            >She freezes when she sees you.

                                            >"O-oh my..."

                                            >Your 'psychiatrist' smiles at you.

                                            >"Anonymous, this is Fluttershy! She's going to be taking over my role as your helper!"

                                            >She mutters 'thank god' under her breath.

                                            >Raise an eyebrow.

                                            >Your ex-psych beams at you one last time.

                                            >"So next week you'll have a session with Ms Fluttershy. Doesn't that sound nice?"

                                            >Turn to her.

                                            "And what will you be doing?"

                                            >She puts on a tropical hat and some sunglasses.

                                            >"I'm getting as far away from here as I can!"

                                            >She runs for the exit.

                                            >Glance out the window.

                                            >See her hurl a suitcase with a sock sticking out into a wagon being pulled by a large stallion wearing a typical Hawaiian shirt.

                                            >The stallion takes off down the road as soon as the psychiatrist gets in, the mare laughing the whole time.

                                            "...Well then."

                                            >Look back at Fluttershy.

                                            "So uhh, see you next Tuesday then?"

                                            >Fluttershy doesn't answer and just stares at you from behind her mane.

                                            >What the hell is wrong with her.

                                            >Nervously search for any staff to break the awkwardness, since you can't go anywhere by yourself without being drugged up and dragged back to your cell.

                                            >See one come around the corner.

                                            >He notices you and smiles.

                                            >Blink.

                                            >He's not moving.

                                            >Ugh.

                                            "I FEEL THE WARP OVERTAKING ME!"

                                            >He runs up to you.

                                            >"Come on, come on. Let's get you some breakfast. You must be cranky!"

                                            >Fucking mental institutions.

                                            >Look over your shoulder at Fluttershy.

                                            >She's watching you go with the most enthralled look you've ever seen.

                                            >Damn, she's spooky.

                                            "It's crazy, right? She just kept staring at me."

                                            >"BARK!"

                                            >Screw Loose plants her face in her porridge and starts chomping it down.

                                            >A bit gets on your shirt.

                                            >Take no notice.

                                            >Dig into your own porridge.

                                            >The spoon gets stuck in it.

                                            >You weren't aware they were feeding you cement nowadays.

                                            >Poke your spoon.

                                            >Ain't movin'.

                                            >Look over at Screw.

                                            >She's panting and eyeing your food.

                                            >Grumble and push your bowl over to her.

                                            >She faceplants the bowl and appears to start shouting into it.

                                            >On further inspection, she's eating.

                                            >While the pony indulges in your food, you decide to look around for any interesting characters.

                                            >There's always one sat in this room that does something funny.

                                            >As long as it isn't that batpony again.

                                            >Your ears ring slightly just at the thought.

                                            >Spend the next 15 minutes watching a group of ponies cheering on two upturned bowls on the floor.

                                            >The fact that they're all trading each other bits of fabric and string makes you realise that it's a race.

                                            >Looks like the green bowl is winning, just.

                                            >Because all the spectators are completely insane, the lack of movement from the competitors doesn't matter.

                                            >Boredom begins to overtake you.

                                            >Screw Loose is licking herself clean.

                                            >And you just don't want to get in on that.

                                            >Your eyes wander over to the exit.

                                            >See a yellow blur quickly disappear from view before you can make it out.

                                            >Damn, this is boring.

                                            >Pat Screw Loose on the head.

                                            "I'm gonna head back to my cell and count the number of springs my bed has again. See you around."

                                            >"WOOF."

                                            >You ask a member of staff to escort you back to your room.

                                            >He feeds you a carrot for being a good boy.

                                            >You resist the urge to jam it in his eye.

                                            >Gotta stay sane until you get out of here.

                                            >First thing you're doing when you get out of here is rolling around in the grass, because you've earned it after this whole ordeal.

                                            >Collapse on your bed and stare at the wall for an hour or so until you fall asleep.

                                            >You're awoken by a knock on your door.

                                            >Groan and stretch, blinking a few times as you wake up.

                                            >The pony on the other side knocks again more rapidly.

                                            "Alright... Alright..."

                                            >Walk over and knock back, letting them know that you're there.

                                            >The locks are undone and the door swings open.

                                            >Fluttershy peers up at you.

                                            >"Umm... Good morning! Time for your session!"

                                            >Check your mental calender.

                                            >Today is Wednesday.

                                            "My next session isn't until next Tuesday."

                                            >"We uhh, rescheduled."

                                            >She looks around nervously before dragging you by the hand out of your cell.

                                            "Are you sure?"

                                            >"Y-yes. Please come with me, please."

                                            >You are led to the room where you normally have your 'therapy' sessions.

                                            >Fluttershy runs over to the chair next to the sofa and picks up a notepad, then nods her head towards the sofa, encouraging you to sit down.

                                            >Shrug and shut the door behind you, before sauntering towards the sofa and lying down on it, staring at the wall opposite you.

                                            >"S-so umm. What's up? I mean, with you. And your brain."

                                            >...

                                            "I'm sorry?"

                                            >"Oh uhh, s-sorry. I didn't mean to say that. It's just... Well... You're in here, and that means you must be umm..."

                                            >She whispers the words "mentally impaired".

                                            "You're new at this aren't you?"

                                            >You look around the room.

                                            "Where's your qualification? I can't see it."

                                            >Fluttershy points at a place behind her desk.

                                            >A crayon drawing of a diploma rests there.

                                            >'FlUtershy da best at fixxing silly branes. -- University of Canterlot.'

                                            >Gawk at it.

                                            "Are you even a real psychiatrist?"

                                            >Fluttershy starts sweating.

                                            >"C-can you tell me what you like doing?"

                                            "What does that even... What?"

                                            >"Y-you know. Favourite foods and activities."

                                            "I guess sugary things and reading. How is this relevant?"

                                            >"So what about sexual things? You thought of getting a marefriend once you're out of here?"

                                            >Twist your head and try to convey the words "nigga are you for real" through your facial expression.

                                            >Fluttershy shuffles nervously.

                                            >"M-moving on... If I was to supply you with more s-supplies than the other inmates, how would you react?"

                                            "I'd be confused as hell and wonder why you're doing it."

                                            >"Can I please touch your chest?"

                                            "What?"

                                            >"I said can I please ask you one more question?"

                                            "...Sure?"

                                            >"What was your home address before you were imprisoned here?"

                                            "Why do you need to know that?"

                                            >"Medical reasons?"

                                            "Fine. Number 14 Whinney Lane."

                                            >She hastily scribbles it down and put it in her back.

                                            >"Th-thank you. Bye."

                                            >She runs into the door.

                                            >Shakes her head.

                                            >Opens it.

                                            >And runs out.

                                            >Lie on the sofa and stare after her.

                                            >What the fuck just happened.

                                            >Sit up and wait for a moment.

                                            >Did she actually just leave?

                                            >Creep over to the door and peer out.

                                            >The hallway is clear.

                                            >No staff or bizarre psychologists can be seen.

                                            >Maybe you should just wait for her to get back.

                                            >...Or perhaps...

                                            >An idea begins to form in your head.

                                            >Backpedal a few steps to look at the clock hanging on the wall.

                                            >9:25

                                            >Everyone will be eating lunch at this time. And most of the staff get into work at 10. Which is why it was so strange to see Fluttershy in this early.

                                            >Maybe it's time you snooped around a bit.

                                            >Peer out of the door again to double check that the area is clear.

                                            >Still no one around.

                                            >Gulp and sneak into the hallway.

                                            >Which way to go?

                                            >Decide to go left, your gut telling you that it's the right way to go.

                                            >Turn a corner .

                                            >Two members of staff have their backs turned to you.

                                            >On second thoughts, your gut is stupid.

                                            >Try not to make too much noise as you tip toe as fast as you can in the opposite direction.

                                            >Around the other side you go, only to be confronted with the sound of hoofsteps.

                                            >Today just isn't your day.

                                            >In a panic, you search for a hiding place.

                                            >Your eyes land on a store room door.

                                            >How fortunate of you.

                                            >Duck into it and close the door, trying not to make any noise while the hoofsteps pass by the door.

                                            >Close your eyes and strain your ears to try and pick up any more noise.

                                            >Nothing.

                                            >Sigh in relief.

                                            >This was a stupid idea. To hell with sneaking around the building, it's not worth it at all.

                                            >Take notice of the bag you're sat on.

                                            >Fumble around for a gas lamp to turn on.

                                            >Find a knob and turn it.

                                            >The flame illuminates the room.

                                            >'Food storage'.

                                            >Glance at one of the many identical bags lying around the room.

                                            >'Cement'.

                                            "I fucking knew it."

                                            >Open the door a crack.

                                            >Nothing around.

                                            >But then again, today has hardly gone your way so you can't trust your eyes any more.

                                            >Slip out of the room and shut the door behind you.

                                            >You gotta get back to your cell.

                                            >If the staff catch you, they'll inject you with that stuff that makes everything seem really funny.

                                            >Followed by a crippling pain.

                                            >You're not sure of the ethics that condone the use of such a thing, but it works rather well at keeping the patients under control.

                                            >Passing a sign, you remember whereabouts you are.

                                            >Your cell isn't far from here.

                                            >Turning yet another corner, your blood freezes when you see a group of staff members inspecting your cell.

                                            >The door of which is wide open.

                                            >Fffffuck.

                                            >Skedaddle back to where they won't see you.

                                            >Alright, Anon, think.

                                            >Look around for something to help you.

                                            >A trolley covered in towels is parked against a wall facing you.

                                            "Hmm..."

                                            >The trolley speeds down the corridor and past the staff, that appear to shit themselves at the sheer menace of a small out-of-control object.

                                            >They take off after it while you sprint towards your cell and dive through the door, shutting the door behind you.

                                            >You're a genius.

                                            >...

                                            >Hear a knock on the door.

                                            >Ah. There might have been a problem with your plan.

                                            >Walk over and wait for a second.

                                            "Hello?"

                                            >"Who is this?"

                                            "...Anonymous?"

                                            >The door swings open and the staff you just distracted glare back at you.

                                            >"You been walking around unassisted, Anonymous?"

                                            >One of the staff members starts filling a syringe with clear liquid.

                                            "N-no, I haven't."

                                            >"Yeah. Okay. You know the punishment for walking around without permission or a carer, Anonymous."

                                            "But I have here the whole time! Honest!"

                                            >"Really? Oh well that's okay then!"

                                            >He glares harder at you.

                                            >"What do you take us for, crazies like you?"

                                            >...

                                            "Maybe you -are- crazy."

                                            >They blink and start giving each other nervous looks.

                                            "Maybe you're all completely insane, and knocked out some staff, stole their clothes and are now running around impersonating them in an effort to try and cope with your insanity as well as seem more normal."

                                            >The three staff members are looking more worried now.

                                            "Perhaps I'm the only one in here that isn't crazy."

                                            >Crouch down and get on eye level with the front-most stallion.

                                            "Maybe I don't even exist. And you're the one in this cell right now."

                                            >The guard's eyes are locked on your own as you try your best to stare into his soul.


                                            >Two hours later you watch as the three guards, now in straight jackets and laughing hysterically as they are thrown into their own cells, are officially declared insane.

                                            "Well that was easy."

                                            >Manage to get a pony to escort you to the 'food room' so that you can flaunt your victory.

                                            "So that's how my morning went. What about you?"

                                            >"Well, I was given these strange drugs that make everything seem so much more clear."

                                            "I noticed."

                                            >Screw Loose smiles at you and raises a spoon of goop to her mouth.

                                            "You know that's actually made of cement, right?"

                                            >"Don't be silly, Anon."

                                            >...

                                            "I don't like you when you're not barking."

                                            >"I feel repressed."

                                            >You watch Screwy stuff her food down her throat before she flies into a rant about how she really is a dog trapped in a pony's body.

                                            >"My parents just didn't understand! But I knew from the moment I watched that movie when I was a foal about the fox who stole from the rich and gave to the poor, and who had an attractive fox maiden waiting for him that I was a dog! But no one understood me!"

                                            >She looks at you with tears in her eyes.

                                            >"You believe me though, don't you, Anon?"

                                            "Oh yeah. I believe you alright."

                                            >She bursts into tears and grabs you, sobbing into your arm while you sigh and look around for something to watch that isn't covering your shirt in tears.

                                            >"A-and that's why I think my kind should stop being persecuted! What do you think, Anon?"

                                            "Uh huh."

                                            >Today was just weird.

                                            >Day 47 in Sanity Mental Home for Damaged Minds.

                                            >Wake up to the sound of knocking.

                                            >Grumble and drag yourself over to your door.

                                            >Knock back while yawning.

                                            >The door is unlocked and opened.

                                            >Look down.

                                            >Fluttershy is beaming at you.

                                            >"Good morning!"

                                            "Not again..."


                                            >"So tell me about your foalhood!"

                                            "I had a pretty normal childhood. Played out in the streets when I was little, gradually turned into one of those video game types that prefers the company of digital characters than actual people."

                                            >Fluttershy nods and scribbles something down.

                                            >"Aw... Tiss... Tick..."

                                            >She looks up and smiles at you.

                                            >"S-so did you ever have any... Sexual adventures?

                                            "What?"

                                            >"You know... D-did any stallions trick you with candy and take you down the school house where a load of sixth form students held you down and shoved their fat cocks inside your virgin holes while insulting you, that would later be the foundation for why you're so shy and can't look stallions in the eye because you never got help or told anyp0ny?"

                                            "...No?"

                                            >"Just checking."

                                            >She scribbles down some other notes.

                                            >Fluttershy squints.

                                            >"S-sorry. Let me just shut the curtains, the sun's getting in my eyes..."

                                            >She puts her notepad down and walks over to shut them.

                                            >Steal a glance at the paper.

                                            >It's covered in stallion dicks, a picture of you fucking her in the ass and the word "AUTISTIC" written in big bold letters at the top of the page which is underlined several times.

                                            >What the fuck.

                                            >Fluttershy sits back down and nods at you.

                                            >"So would you l-like to continue telling me about these stallions that raped you? How stretched were you afterwards?"

                                            "I don't think--"

                                            >"O-oh, sorry. That wasn't um... You..."

                                            >She looks at the floor for a while.

                                            >"Oh! I know! We can try exercises!"

                                            "What has that got to do with mental health?"

                                            >"Everything! Now stand up and take your shirt off. P-please..."

                                            "That's a stupid idea."

                                            >"Now now, Anon. Doctor's orders!"

                                            >She tries her best to look assertive, but just ends up looking like she really needs the toilet.

                                            >Sigh and stand up.

                                            >The sooner this is done the sooner you can go.

                                            >Pull off your shirt and stand up straight.

                                            >Fluttershy licks her lips.

                                            >"Thank you! Now you can sit back down."

                                            >...

                                            "WHAT?!"

                                            >"Shh! Don't make too much noise, Anon..."

                                            >She walks over to a bag and brings it back to her chair.

                                            >Watch as she roots through it.

                                            >You're getting madder by the second.

                                            >"Aha! Here it is!"

                                            >Fluttershy squeals and offers you something.

                                            >"I got this for you as a present! Do you like it?"

                                            >The pony offers you an alarm clock.

                                            >Raise your eyebrow.

                                            >"...Do you like it?"

                                            "I'm sure I had one just like it back in Ponyville."

                                            >"O-oh, really? What a, umm... Coincidence..."

                                            >She searches through her bags again.

                                            >And pulls out a pair of your underwear.

                                            >"What about these? I bet they'd suit you. Please put them on!"

                                            >Snatch them and stare in shock at them.

                                            >These are actually yours.

                                            >They're still covered in paint from when you threw some at Celestia on that night out.

                                            >Damn it was a good evening.

                                            >But still.

                                            "Why the fuck is there a stand of spaghetti in here?

                                            >Fluttershy goes red and starts spluttering.

                                            >"P-please put them on..."

                                            "No!"

                                            >"I-if you don't, I'll tell Mister Fooly you attacked me!"

                                            "Mister... Who?"

                                            >"M-mister Fooly? The pony in charge of this home?"

                                            "What kind of name is Mister fucking 'Fooly'?"

                                            >"Don't be mean..."

                                            >You sit and fume for a while.

                                            >Fluttershy nervously taps her hooves together and waits for you to finish.

                                            >"C-can we try on the underpants now?"

                                            "No."

                                            >"Oh. okay..."

                                            >Before either of you can say anything, the door bursts open, scaring the living daylights out of Fluttershy and causing her to fly up to the ceiling fan and cling on to dear life.

                                            >You just glare at the intruder.

                                            >A pony in a bow tie, white tuxedo and wearing jam jar glasses strolls through.

                                            >He makes a beeline for you and grabs your hand in both hooves, shaking vigorously.

                                            >"Hello! Hello! Hello! Mister Anonymous, I presume?"

                                            "Uhh--"

                                            >"It's wonderful to finally meet you! I can never get a hold of you. Which is strange since I run the place! HA!"

                                            "Mister... Fooly, I presume?"

                                            >"No, it's Fooley. With an E"

                                            "Wha..."

                                            >"Listen! I have good news for you!"

                                            "Really?"

                                            >"Yes! Quite amazing, really. See, we actually had you mixed up the whole time! You were put in here instead of the pony we were meant to put in!"

                                            "That's. Uh. Oddly convenient."

                                            >Fooley chuckles.

                                            >"Nyes. Rather convenient. Anyway, if you would please turn over your patients clothes, since you won't be needing them any more."

                                            "But I don't have any clothes."

                                            >"Oh my! Uhh..."

                                            >He looks around.

                                            >"Oh! You can use these."

                                            >He uses magic to pick up your underpants and forces them into your hands.

                                            "For fucks sake."

                                            >"Now, if you'll excuse me, we'll take the pony we actually needed to imprison!"

                                            "Who?"

                                            >Fooley looks up at the ceiling fan, scrunches his face up and rips Fluttershy off the ceiling.

                                            >Along with the fan she was clutching.

                                            >"This one! Quite insane, oh yes indeedly. Raped four stallions she did! Nasty state of affairs. Also paid an extremely large amount of money to trade places with your old psychiatrist!"

                                            "Huh."

                                            >Fluttershy squeaks.

                                            >"P-please don't hold me down against my will and have your way with me! I couldn't bear it!"

                                            >Fooley laughs.

                                            >"The only dicking you'll be getting is the soft padding of a foam covered room!"

                                            "Mister Fooley that doesn't make any sense."

                                            >"Nothing here makes sense, Anonymous."

                                            >He heads towards the door, carrying Fluttershy and the ceiling fan as he goes.

                                            "So uhh, I can just leave now?"

                                            >"Oh yes! Go right ahead! Then go left, right, right, left, downstairs, first floor, go left, left, back up the stairs to the roof, contemplate life, go back to the first floor and out the front door to your left! Simple! Tah tah now!"

                                            >Blink and look down.

                                            >You're completely naked and clutching some underpants.

                                            >Stand in the middle of the room and try to figure out what happened.

                                            >A staff member walks past the door and sees you.

                                            >You hold each other's gazes for a while before you remember what she's looking at.

                                            "No no no! I swear it's not what it looks like!"


                                            >Stroll out of the front of the door and look back at the mental home.

                                            "So long, fuckers!"

                                            >Look at a patch of grass next to the building.

                                            >Lie on it and roll around a bit, enjoying the feeling of grass all over you.

                                            >Ahh... Freedom.

                                            >Put your hands behind your head and smile at the sky.

                                            >A face pops into your vision and looks down at you.

                                            >"Hi, Anon!"

                                            "Screw Loose! Lovely to see you out here!... What -are- you doing out here?"

                                            >"They let me out. I'm normal now!"

                                            "Awesome! Wanna roll around on the grass with me?"

                                            >She smiles.

                                            >"I'd like that a lot"

                                            >The pair of you squirm and writhe on the green carpet for what seems like ages.

                                            >Once you're both covered in grass stains and feel exhausted, you stop, Screw Loose panting heavily with her tongue sticking out.

                                            >Nothing could ruin this moment. The moment where you were declared free of that oppressive hellhole. Free of the guards, the stress and the drugs. You were well and truly free.

                                            >"Ahem."

                                            >Sit up.

                                            >A group of staff members are looking at the pair of you.

                                            >You, the human wearing nothing but underpants and rolling around in the grass, giggling uncontrollably.

                                            >And the pony, also covered in grass, acting like a dog.

                                            >Screw Loose glances at you.

                                            >The head staff member holds up a syringe of clear liquid.

                                            "Ah shit."


                                            The End.