Let's peek into Whiny Little Beeatch's house, shall we?

She lives in the "The Roundhouse of Whinyness"

Hmm, she appears to be deciding what to wear to the K.K.K. tonight.

K.K.K. = KGrand KGalloping KGala

Whiny just can't decide what to wear to it.

So she made a dress from her tears, wetness = more points in her true love's eyes.

Her true love is, of course, Ssgt. Blackburn, AMC. (Anonyquestrian Marine Corps)

Little does she know, that the other interest in her life, Spikey-Wikey the lizard, *IS*, in fact, the one and the same!

The band was playing jazz, sax blaring loudly...

Whiny Little Beeatch said: "I LUURV YOU BLACKBUM!"

Blackburn said "THAT'S racist!"

Whiny said: But we're at the K.K.K.!

Blackburn said "Oh, right."

Let's take this time to investigate this Blackburn fellow, shall we? He is a Marine stationed against the "PLR" (Pony Liberation Resistance)

Blackburn was awarded a Silver Star with Valor attachment, for killing a rat in a drain pipe.

His buddy "Weird" Al Floormatkovic(AKA Dream Warrior, AKA The Milkshake Man) is his best friend ever.

Floormatkovic is a light machine gunner, with a cutie mark of a terrorist losing the top of his head, thanks to a bullet.

Their commander "Sgt. Foaly" AKA "RAMAREZ GET YOUR FLANK OVER HERE" is a well meaning sort, if a bit dull.

So, Whiny and Blackburn start randomly fighting in front of everybody (There was a gryphon in the crowd.)
And they disappear into a cloud of smoke.

They emerge looking very....

Happy.

To say the least.

The gryphon(Her username was Gild4) exclaimed "GET AN F'IN ROOM!"
Whiny exclaimed "But we are F'ing!"

Gild4 then put a gun to her head, cleansed her memory, and respawned.

The band started clopping furiously.
Which was rather awkward because they were on a tall stage.

All in all, a fairly tame night at the K.K.K.

That is, until the Froot Loops exploded, and the rest, as they say, is history.

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