KaaaaBLOOOOOOOOOIIIIEEE!!!!

The band looked on at the explosion, awed, and with their hooves down their pants.

Blackburn was already on top of Whiny, that makes that bit easier, though extricating one's self while under attack is not as easy as may first appear. Guests were pelted with Froot Loops while frantically running for the doors.

An evil being stepped out on to a balcony, he had an unusual skin, looked a lot like a hairless gorilla.
His username was "PonyHater1337".

"I'VE FOUGHT MUDCRABS MORE FEARSOME THEN YOU!" he yelled, firing a "Generic Bad Guy Machine Gun"(Totally not a PKM.) at anypony he could see. Blackburn picked up Whiny and ran for the door, dodging all Froot Loops as he ran.
"We gotta get the squad to stop this crazy ape!" he thought.

"Squad?" you might ask, "three guys is a small squad.." Well, perhaps I forgot to mention a few people?

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Leader: Sgt. Foaly.

We met him already.

2iC/Designated Marksman: Ssgt. Blackburn.

Yeah, we met him too.

Automatic Rifleman: PFC Alfred Floormatkovic.

We also met him, as well.

Rifleman Anti-Tank: Cpl. Camper.

AKA "THAT MOTHER FING CAMPING SON OF WINONA!"

Noob/1337 720-noscoper extraordinaire: PFC Montage.

Catchphrase? "BEWM! HEADSHAWT!"

"Special" Forces: "Beetle"

You can squash him like a bug.

Also, pour gasoline over him and set him on fire.

Special Forces: "Spectre"

He's British, which explains the spelling of his name.

Rifleman/Foaly's beeatch: PFC Ramarez

RaMAREz... get it?!?

*snicker*
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Anyway, that's the squad, though only Blackburn is off base on leave right now. Whiny and Blackburn ran towards the AMC base, conveniently located next door.

Blackburn ran through the doors, bumping into a guy with a mohawk.
"OI! Watch where yer walkin'!" he yelled.

"Yeah? What'cha gonna do, beat me up, Scotty?"

*thwak!*

"Ow"

Foaly appeared in a nearby doorway. Not very pleased, either.

"MELTLEGEN! No fighting in the war room! We've got an ugly ape to kill, and we don't have time to beat each other up!"

Soap and Blackburn looked at each other, shook hooves, and went on about their own ways.

......

Blackburn quickly found his synthetic hands which would allow him to fire a gun, as well as his armor and "Scoped Good Guy Assault Rifle" (Totally not a G36.).

Everybody ran around over, back to the K.K.K., where mudcrabs were proving ineffective against PonyHater1337 as weapons.

"Ramarez! Take Montage and Camper to the left, Spectre, you take the rest of 'em to the right, I need a drink." Sgt, Foaly said, even though the bar had been riddled with bullets.

Floormatkovic was suppressing PonyHater, and Spectre and Blackburn went to flank PonyHater.
"THERE HE IS!" Blackburn yelled, firing his assault rifle somewhere in PonyHater's direction.

Spectre was feeling really bad-flank that day, and he stuck PonyHater with a Semtex.

"A BOMB!" PonyHater1337 exclaimed before asploding.

"Well dun...*hic*!" Foaly said.

Next Chapter: Act Four: Return of the Sanity, or Jedi, Whatever Estimated time remaining: 2 Minutes