Featuring...

Rainbow, Twilight, and Applejack in Team Winners!

Octavia, Lyra, and Vinyl Scratch in Team of Music!

Pinkie Pie, Carrot Cake, and Cup Cake in Sugarcube Corner Team!

Fluttershy, Big Mac, and Zecora in The Team Who Are Antisocial!

Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo are the Ring Crusaders!

Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, and Twist are the Cocleares Argentorum!

And Butterscotch, Spike, and Rarity in Team Hastily Thrown Together!

Seven teams! Twenty-one rings! But only three winners!

“So...” Applejack said at Winner Base, i.e., Twilight’s house, “Does anypony on Team Winners have any plans?”

“Go around beating ponies up?” Twilight said. “We’ll take the weakest three teams and then we’ll have a majority of the rings by midnight.”

“Sounds good,” Rainbow said. “Hey, Twilight, could you back up a bit?”

“What, did I say something confusing?”

“No, physically.”

“Okay....” Twilight took a couple steps back, and so did Rainbow.

“Ring toss!” Rainbow said. She threw her ring at Twilight’s horn, successfully landing it.

“Rainbow, that’s not funny,” Twilight said.

“It’s funny,” Applejack said.

“Okay,” Twilight said, “Rainbow, you go somewhere nopony but you could ever reach and stash the rings there. We’ll wait here.”

“I hate you,” Vinyl Scratch said.

“I can’t say I’m too fond of you,” Octavia said.

“You could,” Lyra said, “But it’d be lying. Anyway, Octavia, you’re smart, come up with something.”

“Um... could we beat anypony in a fight?”

“I could, like....” Lyra paused for a second. “Wait, I don’t know any combat magic. Vinyl?”

“I can make ponies feel really itchy for a second.”

“Is that going to be our entire strategy?” Octavia said.

“Yes,” Lyra said. “Now why are we in this black void?”

“Because you fucked up the teleportation,” Vinyl Scratch said.

“Hey, let’s not point fin... um... never mind, you win.”

“Any ideas?” Pinkie said whilst trying to convince herself that that dream she had about Zecora last night meant nothing at all.

“We could beat up the Cocleares Argentorum,” Carrot Cake said.

“Sounds good.”

“Rhyming,” Big Mac said at Zecora’s vaja, the location where he was.

“I know, okay?” Zecora said. “Look, the last thing we need in The Team Who Are Antisocial is conflict. Any plans?”

“We could beat up the Cocleares Argentorum.”

“Does that work with you, Fluttershy?” Zecora said. “Because you’re really good at stuff when you, you know, actually try. Not that I’m saying you never put effort into anything, it’s nothing like that, just....”

“It sounds fine to me,” Fluttershy said.

“Who do we have the best chance against?” Scootaloo said to the other two at where they were, Sweet Apple Acres.

“Sweetie Belle?” Apple Bloom said. “You’re the fancy one, which means you’re the smart one, which means you hafta come up with somethin’.”

“I think we could manage Hastily Thrown Together.”

“Then we’ll do that.” “lolk”

“We’re killing the CMC,” Silver Spoon said.

“We are so killing the CMC,” Twist said.

“They’re dead,” Diamond Tiara said.

“I think we should get the evil team,” Spike said.

“The Cocleares Argentorum?” said Rarity.

“Noooo, the other evil team.”

“You’re never getting into my... pants?... if you talk like that to me.”

“I was never getting into your pants anyway.”

“Requited love must be awesome,” Butterscotch said.

“Yeah.”

Winners, Music, Sugarcube, Antisocial, and Hastily Thrown Together all travelled to the Rich mansion and arrived there at exactly the same time.

“Hi,” Twilight, spokespony of Team Winners, said, “You ponies here to beat up some innocent foals too?”

“Yes,” said Lyra, Team of Music spokespony.

“Uh-huh,” Pinkie said.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said.

“Yep,” Spike said.

All fifteen of them knocked on the door at the same time. After a minute, Filthy Rich answered the door.

“Are you looking for Diamond and her unimportant friends?” he said.

“Yeah,” Pinkie, and luckily no one else, said.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know where they are. Actually, thinking about it further, I’m not sorry since I don’t want my daughter and her friends to die, but the second part of what I said remains true.”

Sweetie Belle knocked on the door of Rarity’s house. Of course, there was no answer.

“Apple Bloom?” Sweetie Belle said. “You’re good at impressions, can you do some fashion pony?”

“No.”

Diamond Tiara knocked the Sweet Apple Acres door. Naturally, there was no answer, even after a full two minutes of waiting. Diamond Tiara turned to Silver Spoon.

“Silver?” Diamond said.

“Hm?”

“First you talk, completely unprovoked, and then your suggestion doesn’t even work?”

“Sorry....”

“Do you realise what this means?”

Silver Spoon nodded.

After some seconds of silence, Filthy Rich closed the door.

“Now what?” said everyone there.

“Let’s beat up Hastily Thrown Together,” Vinyl said.

“But there are only three rings,” Twilight said. “Who doesn’t get one?”

All five teams huddled. Not all in one big huddle, five separate huddles.

“There’s no way we’re pulling out of this,” Twilight said.

“We’re Team Winners,” Rainbow said.

“We’re takin’ ‘em down,” Applejack said.

“We’re not actually powerful,” Octavia said. “We should probably leave.”

“But Vinyl can make ponies itchy!”

“Lyra, you know we’re extraordinarily weak.”

“I know....”

“Can you teleport us to not here?” Vinyl said.

“You teleport us,” Lyra said.

“You’re better at it.”

“You just don’t want any blame.”

“Fine.”

“We can take ‘em,” Pinkie said.

“We can?” Carrot Cake said. “Are you sure?”

“No, but I am sure that some other team’ll quit instead.”

“So we’re bluffing.”

“Yeah, so?”

“If we screw this up, we die.”

“Yeah, so?”

“We shouldn’t leave,” Big Mac said, “We’re kind of tough.”

“I think this might be... kind of... rough?” Zecora said.

“It should work,” Big Mac said, “We’re tough enough.”

“I can scratch ponies,” Spike said.

“I can do some magic,” Rarity deluded herself and her team.

“I can...” Butterscotch said, “Who am I foaling.”

And so Team Music teleported away.

“Well, that solves that,” Twilight said.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said.

“Let’s kill us some Hastily,” Pinkie said.

“Wait!” Spike said. “I can scratch stuff! Sugarcube Corner are really the worst team when you think about it!”

“Well, that solves that,” Twilight said.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said.

“Let’s kill us some oh fuck,” Pinkie said.

Twilight magicked Pinkie unconscious, Big Mac kicked Cup Cake really hard in the head and knocked her out, and Spike scratched Carrot Cake so painfully that he pretended to faint so that he wouldn’t get scratched anymore. Winners, Antisocial, and HTT all took one ring.

“Of course!” everyone conscious at Rich residence realised at the same time. “The Cocleares Argentorum probably went to Sweet Apple Acres!”

“So we’re at Octavia’s house, which is great,” Vinyl said, “But where are we gonna go next?”

“Beat up the CMC?” Lyra said with an upward inflection to seem less pushy.

“Sure.” “That works.”

“Rarity’ll answer sometime,” Sweetie Belle said.

“Ah think we should go back ta base. Maybe Dahmond & Friends trahed ta kill us.”

“Sure.” “That works.”

Winners, Antisocial, HTT, Music, and Ring Crusaders all followed wildly different paths to Sweet Apple Acres.

“Is that...” Twilight said, seeing the other teams as they came towards the housebarn.

“Is that...” Zecora said, seeing the other teams as they came towards the housebarn.

“Is that...” Rarity said, SOTTCTH.

“Is that...” all three members of Team of Music said SOTTCTH.

“Is that...” Scootaloo said.

“...Everypony?”

“Um...” Twist said, “Is that... everypony?”

“It looks like it,” Diamond confirmed that Twist wasn’t hallucinating. Either that or they were having the same hallucination. Or one or both of them was lying for some reason. But it was the first one.

The other five teams surrounded the Cocleares. Various variations of “huh” and “what” ensued.

“Um...” Fluttershy said. Everyone instantly stopped muttering and turned their attention to her.

Seeing sixteen ponies look at her expectantly, she got nervous and stepped back a couple small steps. “Never mind.”

“It’s okay,” Zecora said, putting a leg behind Fluttershy’s neck. “Go ahead. You know how good you are at things when you try them.”

“Why do you have your leg behind my neck?”

“Do I?” Zecora brought her leg back. “I didn’t even notice.”

“Do you secretly love me?”

Zecora looked somewhere else for a brief moment, then back to Fluttershy. “No. I sort of hate you, actually. You’re such a sop.”

“You love her,” Rainbow said.

Silence.

“Well?” Fluttershy said. “Do you?”

Zecora hesitated for a second. “Yes.”

Silence.

“Look...” Scootaloo said, “I understand there’s a love confession, but we’ve got some Cocleares to beat up. Which reminds me of a question. Is it the same question you had, Fluttershy?”

“Where’s Silver Spoon?”

“Exactly.”

“Oh, everypony else sees that too?” Vinyl said. “Thank Faust.”

“Yeah, I was wondering,” said Rainbow.

So there were tons of quotes like that.

“She’s guarding the rings,” Diamond Tiara said. “We don’t even have them on us, so don’t bo... aw...” she was reduced to vowels when Twilight started strangling her and Twist with magic.

“Eeeee,” Twist said.

They both fainted reasonably quickly. As it would turn out from a quick search through their manes, they didn’t have any rings. Music teleported away again, and so everyone turned to Hastily Thrown Together.

“Don’t look at us,” Rarity said, “The Cutie Mark Crusaders are fillies and they don’t have claws.”

Everyone turned to the CMC.

“Er...” Apple Bloom said, before getting grabbed by Rainbow Dash. Rainbow flew exactly ten metres into the air.

“Are you gonna drop me?” Apple Bloom said whilst Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo got magicked and kicked really hard in the head, respectively, to unconsciousness.

“No. Hey, who wants to knock Apple Bloom out? Twilight?”

“I already did Sweetie Belle,” Twilight said, “And Big Mac did Scootaloo, so Hastily Thrown Together haven’t done their share yet.”

“I don’t think any of us have the skills to knock her out,” Butterscotch said.

“Then I’ll do it,” Twilight said. “Do I have to do all the work?”

Rainbow came down and put down Apple Bloom.

“You ready?” Twilight said. Apple Bloom nodded, but Rainbow kicked her really hard in the head.

“Sorry,” Rainbow said, “I suddenly felt violent.”

“It’s okay,” Twilight said, even though getting a sudden, unexplained urge to kick intelligent creatures in the head may or may not be considered okay. “So since we got two of them, do we get Hastily Thrown Together’s ring?”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said.

Winners took two, Antisocial took one, and everyone went their separate ways.

“Whahblehzerersits?” Pinkie said after she was knocked in.

“Good,” Carrot Cake said, “You’re awake.”

Pinkie got up. “How’s Cup Cake?”

“Still out.”

One second earlier...

Pinkie got up. “How’s Cup Cake?”

“Still out.”

“So should we just wait?”

“Probably.”

Some time later, at the house of tree of Twilight!

“Okay,” Twilight said, “We made it here without dying, so you ponies snog or something whilst I put the rings in the secret keeping location. And it’s not under any sink.”

Meanwhile at Zecora’s vaja, the Antisocialites were digging a hole to hide their rings in.

At the Carousel Boutique!

“Any ideas?” Rarity said.

“No,” Spike said Hotel Mario-style.

“Offer a sacrifice to Big Mac?” Butterscotch said.

“No, for the competition,” Rarity said.

“Oh. Then i dunno lol.”

“Wait, did you say offer a sacrifice?”

“To Big Mac. Your point?”

“Well, my point is here,” Rarity tapped her recently filed horn, “But offer a sacrifice?”

“Yeah. You know, if somepony said they didn’t like Rainbow or—”

“So something you’d kill them for anyway?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh. Never mind.”

Meanwhile at Octavia’s secret underground base in the sky! Or her house. You know, whichever is the one that exists.

“I hate you,” Vinyl informed.

“I hate you,” Octavia said.

“I’m moving our rings to the boiler room,” Lyra said.

Diamond Tiara, Twist, and the CMC all woke up at the same time. Before anyone even said anything, there was an awkward silence.

“Hey, Dahmond,” Apple Bloom said.

“What?”

“Wanna snog a bit?”

“What?” said everyone else there, including Diamond Tiara.

“Wanna snog a bit?”

Diamond Tiara put a hoof under her chin. “...Yes.”

Diamond went over to Apple Bloom and they started kissing.

“You know,” Sweetie Belle said to Scootaloo, “I don’t get this fic.”

“You don’t get a lot of things.”

“I know, but... do you get why this is happening?”

“Well... we know they think each other’s hot.”

“I know, but the... actual liking each other part that would make them want to do this isn’t there.”

“Yeah, you need to find each other hot and like each other for romance. Which makes me think, if they turn out to have secretly loved each other somehow the whole time, I’m leaving this right now. Well, not now, but when that’s revealed. I guess hate sex and stuff does happen, but I’m not sure if this is in the spirit of that or not.”

“That first sentence is what I just said.”

“I was just agreeing with you.”

The snogging continued in spite of everyone heavily wishing it would stop.

“Maybe it’s so they don’t have to go through the inevitable awkward silences like the one that just happened,” Scootaloo said whilst thinking about stealing one or two or three of the apples.

“I guess, but is it really worth having us look at this?”

“To them, I guess. They’re so selfish.”

In spite of everyone heavily wishing it would stop, the snogging continued.

“It’s wrong for them to be doing this,” Scootaloo said.

“It’s never going to work out, they don’t even like each other.”

“I bet they’re doing it just to annoy us.”

“You mean it’s not to avoid awkwardness or because they’re kind of horny despite being foals?”

“Yeah. It’s purely to annoy the fiddlesticks out of us.”

“Fiddlesticks?”

“I don’t know.”

“Tell us what to do, Twilight,” Rainbow said. “You know AJ and I can’t formulate a plan just by ourselves.”

“See?” Twilight said. “You need my leadership complex.”

“I was being sarcastic.”

“Oh.”

“Seriously, though, your leadership complex is really bad.”

“Let’s go to Rarity’s and beat up Hastily Thrown Together.”

“I know what we could do,” Fluttershy said.

“Did you say something unprovoked?” Zecora said.

“I guess. I wasn’t really thinking about it.”

“Good for you. So is it beat up HTT?”

“Eeyup,” Fluttershy said in a terrible Big Mac impression.

Big Mac looked at Fluttershy, then vice versa. Fluttershy looked at the ground.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Zecora put a leg behind Fluttershy’s neck. “You want a romantic relationship that you wouldn’t’ve gotten into if you had better self esteem at the time?”

“You’re too moral to do that.”

“I know....”

“I can’t believe you seriously think you’re a better pony than I am,” Octavia said.

“Same here.”

“I’m back from the boiler room,” Lyra said, “And I have an idea.”

“What?” they both said.

“Beat up HTT.”

Winners and Antisocial met at the Carousel Boutique entrance.

“Dammit,” Rainbow said, “We have to stop meeting.”

“Where are Music?” Zecora said.

“As if we would know.”

Zecora knocked on the door.

“I’m afraid of who it might be,” Rarity said.

“Well, what can we do?” Spike said. “Not answer it?”

Awkward silence.

“Let’s do that,” Butterscotch said.

“What do they think they’re doing, not answering the door?” Zecora said.

“I’ll fix it,” Twilight said. “Everypony take a couple steps back from the door.”

Everyone obeyed the will of Twilight. Mwahaha! Anyway, Twilight magically destructed the door into dangerously sharp shards of wood.

“Well, fuck,” Spike said.

“I agreh—eh—ehhhh—” Butterscotch fainted from lack of air.

“wear r teh ringz?” Rainbow said.

“Why should I tell you?” Rarity said.

“Because if you don’t, then one of us will kill you. Well, probably not Fluttershy, but somepony else. Or zebra. It could be Zecora.”

“By ‘kill’, you mean ‘knock out and search your house’, right?”

“Look, it’s only a matter of time, so just tell us,” Twilight said.

“No.”

“Then you leave Big Mac no choice.”

“I have to do this?” Big Mac said.

“I’ve done more than enough today.”

“So have I, AJ should do something.”

“Well, Ah’ll happily knock out Rarity,” Applejack said. She pushed Rarity down to the floor with one leg and stood over her.

“One last shot,” Applejack said.

“Over my dead oh crap.”

Applejack stomped Rarity really hard. Twilight turned to Spike.

“Where are they?”

Spike looked at Butterscotch and Rarity and realised that he didn’t have much choice. “They’re under Sweetie Belle’s mattress.”

Everyone dashed upstairs and realised that they didn’t know which door led to Sweetie Belle’s room.

“What about that one?” Applejack pointed to a door with a sign reading “SWEETIE BELLE’S ROOM”.

“We’ll try it,” Zecora said. She opened the door, revealing Sweetie Belle’s room. Everyone shuffled in and Twilight and Zecora the Spokesequids pushed the mattress off.

“Four rings,” Zecora said.

“Two each?” Twilight said.

“Deal.” They shook hooves, however that works.

“I say we separate now,” Rainbow said.

“But Rainbow,” Twilight said, “Why—”

“No, I mean the two teams. They should be in different locations.”

“Oh.”

“We’re leaving,” Big Mac said, “You ponies have shippy times or whatever.”

“‘Kay,” the Winners said.

And so Antisocial left the party.

“Can we have shippy times?” Twilight said.

“Not when I have better options,” Rainbow said. “Should we snog, AJ?”

“We have to get the rings back,” Applejack said. “Every second counts.”

“Speaking of every second counting,” Twilight said, “Let’s actually leave.”

“When’s she gonna wake up?!” Pinkie Pie said.

Team of Music made it to Rarity’s to not find a door on which to knock.

“I think somepony beat us here,” Vinyl said.

“We may as well check briefly whilst we’re here,” Octavia said.

“I suppose,” Lyra said.

“Will they be done soon?” Sweetie Belle said.

“Maybe if you encourage them a bit,” Scootaloo said.

“You go.”

“You.”

“You.”

“Not it.”

“I’m not going.”

“Fine.”

Scootaloo went up to the pair of lustbirds.

“Apple Bloom?” she chose over other options such as “Fiji white turnip party” and “we don’t actually ever observe reality unfiltered” and “eeeooomlngan”.

Apple Bloom stopped the kissing. “What?”

“Should we be trying to get more rings? Because I don’t think zero is going to cut it for us.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

Scootaloo walked back to Sweetie Belle and the snogging resumed.

“Sweetie Belle?” Scootaloo said.

“Yes?”

“Should we just leave and try to get some rings ourselves?”

“Sure.”

“Hey, Twist!” Scootaloo screamed across the hills.

“Yeah?”

“You wanna just come with us and try to steal some rings?”

“I don’t know if Diamond would like that....”

“So? Come on! Do you wanna be under her for the rest of your foalhood?”

Twist thought for a couple seconds. “Okay, I’ll join.”

Butterscotch awakened.

“Butterscotch,” Spike said. “You have regained consciousness.”

“Indeed I have. What happened whilst I was sleeping with the squid?”

“They took our rings. The music team came here too, but they left after a few minutes of threatening me with a butter knife.”

“I have a relative named Butter Knife.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She’s Butterwhisky’s sister.”

“You realise that means nothing without the appropriate context. And it’s not like the appropriate context is something I should already know.”

“Well, everypony thinks of her as ‘Butterwhisky’s sister’ since Butterwhisky has good grades and an awesome girlfriend and a driver’s licence and stuff. It’s not even like one’s all smart and one’s all cool, Butterwhisky has everything.”

“Is Butterwhisky at least a jerk or something?”

“No.”

“Well, then.”

Remember that time when Rainbow and Applejack were in the same place and they weren’t kissing? You were dreaming.

“I’m back,” Twilight said. “Rainbow?”

“What?”

“Can’t you at least give me one little anything?”

“No.”

Snogging resumed.

“What should we do?” Twilight said. They both completely ignored her.

“And that’s my opinion on the economy,” Zecora said. “Big Mac, your thoughts?”

“I don’t know anything about economics.”

“But characters are either supposed to know pretty much everything or pretty much nothing, and you’re on the everything side.”

Big Mac tried to shrug, and the only language with a word for what he did is a dying African one with fifty speakers.

“Team Winners are winning on eight,” said Milka, another employee of Programme Productions, “With Antisocial close behind with seven. Music and the Cocleares both have three, but really, Winners and Antisocial are the only two with any realistic chance left.”

“Does she usually take this long to wake up?” Pinkie said.

“I don’t know, she’s never been unconscious before.”

“Seriously? Most ponies have that happen for the first time before they’re ten.”

“I know. I remember it happened to me when I was eight.”

“It sounds like so much fun, and then when it actually happens to you, it sucks.”

“I know, right?”

“Kind of like season two.”

“This was all leading into a season two joke?”

“Yep.”

Knocking would have ensued for Rarity’s door, but since it was now debris, the team of Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Twist just walked in.

“Welcome to Carousel Boutique, home of the Quadruple Bacon Big Pig Burger,” Butterscotch said. “How may I help you today?”

“We demand all of your rings,” Sweetie Belle said.

“Here you go.”

“You didn’t give us anything.”

“We don’t have any rings, so I fulfilled your request.”

“Fine.”

They walked out.

“That worked,” Scootaloo said.

“It could’ve gone worse,” Sweetie Belle said. “We could’ve died.”

“That’s true, I guess.”

“We need to beat up the music team,” Twilight said.

“‘Kay,” Rainbow said as she petted a very relaxed-looking and possibly asleep Applejack on the television-facing couch.

“We should beat up the music team,” Big Mac said.

“Sounds good,” Zecora said, not having any other ideas.

An hour later in a different location, Vinyl was watching Lyra and Octavia snog. That makes her sound voyeury. But she just watchery.

“You know,” Vinyl said, even though her audience didn’t know and that’s why she was telling them, “I’ve had fun one-night stand times a lot, but I’ve never actually been in a relationship. Not that I have a problem with that, I don’t feel like I need that in my life, I’m not lonely or anything. I don’t feel like I ‘need to find love’ like some ponies do. Besides, if I did, then—”

Meanwhile, outside, stuff was occurring.

“Is that...” Twilight said.

“That can’t be,” said Zecora.

Winners and Antisocial met at the doorstep of Octavia’s house.

“Seriously?” they all said.

Twilight and Zecora simultaneously knocked the door.

“My teammates made me spokesequid because they hate talking,” Zecora said.

“I gradually became the leader because I was the only one who ever made any decisions.”

“We shouldn’t answer it,” Lyra said.

Octavia nodded.

“Does anypony care about my opinion?” Vinyl said.

“There’s already a majority vote, so not at the moment.”

“Well, I guess it’s another door to break down,” Twilight said. “Rainbow?”

“Why do I have to do it?”

“Because you haven’t done anything today.”

“Fine.”

Rainbow kicked the door really, really hard.

“Ow...” Rainbow said.

Big Mac rolled his eyes. “I’ll do it.”

Big Mac kicked the door really, really, hard.

“Ow...” Big Mac said.

“Fine,” Twilight sighed, “I’ll do it, you incompetent pieces of moron.”

Twilight turned the door into dust.

“There,” Twilight said, “Destroyed. You incompetent pieces of moron.”

“We surrender,” Octavia said.

“Where are the rings?” Twilight said.

“They’re in the boiler room.”

“Boiler room?”

“Go to the right hallway and it’s the third door on the right.”

The competent six went to the right hallway and, subsequently, the third door on the right. It led to a staircase which made a tight 180-degree hairpin U-turn before going down straightly into a basement of sorts.

“This is pretty undramatic for a boiler room,” Rainbow said.

“It’s just a utility room,” Zecora said. “I wouldn’t really say it’s big enough to be a boiler room.”

“That’s a betterly-articulated version of what I said.”

Of course, neither of them knew about the two floors below. Twilight spotted the rings, which were laying in the middle of the floor unprotected. She telekinesised them over to herself.

“Can we have one?” Zecora said.

“No,” Twilight said.

Antisocial huddled, which Twilight used to teleport outside.

“Can’t you teleport us further?” Rainbow said.

“No.”

And so Team Winners ran back to their base.

“We have eleven rings,” Twilight said. “It’s ridiculous. It’s not even funny. All we have to do is wait here, unless somepony finds us.”

“This’s where they’d look,” Applejack said.

“Yeah, but then they’d have to beat Twilight, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash in a fight.”

“Ah suppose.”

SEVERAL HOURS LATER!

Through the powers of walking, Antisocial got to Programme Productions and subsequently entered it, catching the attention of everyone in the lobby.

“It’s still a few hours before midnight, you know,” said the current receptionist, Broseph McLee.

“We know,” Zecora said, “The rules are pretty clear. But we just wanted to stay here. I know I’m stressing wrongly again, but improv rhyming is enough of a pain.”

“k”

A FEW HOURS LATER!

“Here are the rings,” Zecora said. She got Antisocial’s seven rings and put them on the desk.

“K,” Broseph said. He put the rings into a ring containment unit, as he had been referring to the desk’s drawers all day. Exactly after this happened, Team Winners came in, Twilight carrying eleven rings.

“Did you get eleven rings?” Broseph said.

“Eeyup,” Twilight said in a horrible Big Mac impression.

“That’s ridiculous. It’s not even funny.”

A FEW SECONDS LATER!

“Silver Spoon?!” everyone in the lobby said, because Silver Spoon had arrived.

“What?” Silver Spoon said. “Did you think I was dead or something?”

“Yeah,” Applejack said.

Silver Spoon threw three rings onto the desk.

“Well, we have all twenty-one rings,” Broseph said. “The final scores are Team Winners with 11, The Team Who Are Antisocial with 7, and the Cocleares Argentorum with 3. As for the prize money, Team Winners, as the winners, get 200 bits for each ring, giving them 2,200 bits. Antisocial get 100 bits per ring for 700, and the Cocleares get 50 for 150.”

“w00t,” Rainbow said.

Everyone went home.

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