"First off, what are you?" questioned the cyan winged horse thing with the vibrant red eyes (which were fucking huge by the way! How can... never mind, not the time) that stared at his visor.

"A Saint," Bishop answered nonchalantly as he leaned against his car and folded his arms.

"How ca-"

"Nuh-uh," interrupted the Saint as he waggled a finger at the horse, "my turn. How can horses-"

"Ponies!" barked a bipedal, black furred, wolf. He was seated in a directors chair, his blood red eyes focused on Bishop and Dash as his tail swished behind him. Around the crowd, and right next to Dash and Bishop, ponies were operating studio cameras.

"I thought that I was doing it right?" Bishop asked as he put a hand out, a white hoof coming from nowhere to place a stack of papers in the outstretched hand. With the paper in hand, he started leafing through the first couple pages.

"Let's see... fall from the sky; flip off sky; yeah, here it is: 'Bishop: Nuh-uh, my turn. How can horses talk?' Says so right here."

"Yeah, then I was to correct him," Dash added, a brow up in confusion. The wolf looked confused himself as he snapped his fingers and looked through the stack of papers that appeared from thin air.

"Uh, so it is. Right. My bad. Start from the top. Ready?"

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"First off, what are you?" questioned the cyan winged horse thing with the vibrant red eyes (which were fucking huge by the way! How can... never mind, not the time) that stared at his visor.

"A Saint," Bishop answered nonchalantly as he leaned against his car and folded his arms.

"How ca-"

"Nuh-uh," interrupted the Saint as he waggled a finger at the horse, "my turn. How can horses talk?"

"We're ponies," the horse replied with a touch of hostility, "and all ponies can talk, just like the Griffons, Minotuars, and Deer people. Now, how can you talk without a mouth?"

Bishop stood there for a couple seconds as he stared at the... pony. Griffons? Minotuars? Deer people? Where the hell did he end up at? The pony's question then popped up in his head and he said the first thing that came to mind.

"Cause fuck you, that's how."

The pony sat there, shocked. it's mouth opened and closed several times but no sound came out. It was likewise quiet all throughout the park, every one of the colorful equines too shocked to say anything.

"Who are you?" Bishop asked. The pony snapped from it's shock to reply.

"I'm Rainbow Dash, fastest flier in all of Equestria!" she said with a flare of her wings while striking a heroic pose. She then looked at Bishop with a smirk, "My turn. What was that thing you pointed at me when I came back down?"

"That was a gun, meant to fire small projectiles at a speed which they can drill holes in your head," he explained. Noticing the pony takin a step back with dilated eyes, he then asked, "Are you scared of me now?"

She shook her head roughly, more to clear it than as an answer, "No. That counts as a question, by the way."

"I know."

"What other..." gulp, "guns do you have?"

"Lots. M4, MP5, RPG, Dubstep Gun, Rubber Band Gun-"

"Wait. Dubstep... gun?" Rainbow asked slowly, seemingly surprised by that answer.

"Yeah, here. Hang on a sec," Bishop replied. Turning around, he opened his back door and dug into the back seat where all the cases were. Opening a case, he pulled out the black weapon and put it on his shoulder. Turning around, he was met with a white and electric blue pony in place of Rambo Danish or whoever.

Bishop stood with the boxy contraption on his shoulder. A large, confused smile plastered his helmeted face as the white pony with electric blue hair and purple shades looked at him in pure happiness. The ponies around them were all rolling their eyes or facepalming (hoofing? Who cares?). Even the cyan one, Ramen Dish looked annoyed by the white pony's behavior.

"What did you say that was?" it asked.

"My Dubstep Gun?" he replied, lifting the weapon slightly to point it out. The white pony suddenly glee'd like a little schoolgirl meeting her favorite boy band singer. Suddenly, Bishop found a pair of hooves on his chest and two purple shades close to his purple visor.

"Show me," it all but purred, a bit of drool coming out the side of it's mouth. Bishop couldn't help but feel amused, confused, and scared all at once. Not seeing anyway out of this, he just nodded. Satisfied, the white pony fell back down and stepped back, jumping from hoof to hoof in eager anticipation.

Looking around, Bishop spotted a potted plant sitting beside one of the park's trails. He spread his feet about shoulder width apart with his left leading his right to brace himself (bass actually has some good kick). He spun up the player inside before looking down at the white pony.

"You ready?"

The pony nodded so vigorously, Bishop thought it's head might pop off. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if it did. This place was so weird, afterall.

"Alright, here we go," he said as he pulled the trigger. The spin-up beat played for a second before a light show burst from the weapon. Everypony in the crowd suddenly began to dance to the bass issuing from the weapon as said bass destroyed the pot it was aimed at. Letting go of the trigger (leaving the ponies confused as to what just happened), Bishop looked down at the white pony to see it looking up at him with a smile that looked to split it's face.

After a couple seconds of it sitting in the same position, Bishop poked it with his foot. Unceremoniously, it fell over onto the grass, still frozen in the same sitting position. A sigh came from the crowd as a gray, high-class looking pony came from the crowd, bit onto the white one's neck scruff, and dragged it back into the crowd. At the same time, it was mumbling something about the white pony.

"Okay..." Rainbow Dish stated before looking around, "Huh?"

"Hmm?" Bishop asked as he tossed the techno WMD back into the back seat.

"Twilight is usually here by now. She's attracted to weird stuff like dust bunnies to the bottom of couches."

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MEANWHILE...

"Hey Twilight! There's a bunch of ponies at he park and-"

"Shush Spike! I've almost figured it out!"

"Figured what out?" Spike asked, walking into the main room to see Twilight underneath a couch. Her purple wings poked out from either side.

"Why dust bunnies like the bottom of couches so much."

"Why?"

"Because it doesn't make sense!" she replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "It's not warm under here, just dark and smelly."

"Maybe that's why?" Spike offered. Twilight chuckled;

"Don't be ridiculous. Dust bunnies aren't alive, they don't care about the light and smell," a small pause, "Did you spit while talking Spike?"

"No? I haven't since two years ago."

"Oh, alright."

Unknown to Twilight, what she felt was the lone tear of a dust bunny named Sticks-To-Broom.

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BACK TO OUR HERO!

"That was a weird side scene," Dash commented.

"Agreed," Bishop replied while smoking a cigarette. He then realized something, "Oh, shit. They're back to us!"

From The Top

"Doesn't matter I guess," Dish commented, "I'll take ya to there. Just follow me."

Bishop locked his door and kicked it shut, "Sure. Why the hell not."

As he began walking, he glanced back to make sure everything on the car was closed and locked. It was. He didn't need those ponies rummaging through his shit. Not today. Today he might just kill one of them. Next Chapter: Hands and New Species Estimated time remaining: 4 Minutes