"Well, I'll see ya later I guess." Freddie said to Punk as they approached Rarity's doorstep. "Need to get so drunk that I can't even spell drunk correctly."

Punk rolled his eyes, if Freddie wasn't trying to tease him, it wasn't working. "Before you do that...." Punk started. "I need to tell you, I'll be needing my ATV back."

"Then how the hell am I supposed to get my kids to school?" Freddie asked with a hint of frustration in his voice.

"That's not my problem, chief..." Punk replied. "Figure it out yourself."

There was no use arguing when Freddie had liquor to consume. "Ugh, fine...." He said. "I'll bring it by tomorrow. Besides, I have to yell at a little filly tomorrow, and the Hangover I have will cause me to make her cry."

"You are a sad, sad man...." Punk said, shaking his head.

"Yeah?" Freddie said. "Well, in 5 minutes, you're gonna be humping a Pony. So fit that one on for size!" He said with a smirk, and with that, he walked off to Berry Punch's.

"Good comeback, loser!" Punk yelled, chuckling. He looked at Carousel Boutique. Should he really be moving in with a Mare he hated? If he did this...He would probably be hanging himself within the hour....But in his opinion, it was MUCH better than working with two incest siblings all day. So he would take the chance. Punk didn't have good manners, so instead of knocking on the door and waiting patiently to open it, he just grabbed the doorknob, and proceeded to turn it. But unfortunately, the door was locked.

"What the?" Punk said, desperately turning the knob over and over again. "Oh hell no....." Punk couldn't believe it. On his first night living in Rarity's house, he couldn't even live in Rarity's house!

"RARITY!" Punk called, but noone answered. Punk yelled again, still no answer. "Where the fuck is she?" Punk wondered. "Could this night get ANY worse?" Punk thought to himself. Just as that thought entered his mind, it began Raining......Punk had no cover, and immediately started getting drenched from the droplets.

Meanwhile.....

"Oh shit!" Freddie said, caught off the by the random rain. "This shit sure came out of nowhere.....Guess I'd better hoof it!" He said, he then trotted off as fast as he could, the only place that could be used as cover from the rain, was Freddie's destination, Berry Punch's liquor shop. It didn't take long for Freddie to get there, as he was trotting faster than he had ever ran before. Freddie noticed the flashing OPEN sign on the store, and immediately sighed with a smile.

"Finally..." Freddie said excitedly. He wondered what kind of liquor ponies drank. Could ponies even hold their liquor? He hoped so....He did not want to puke after just one Margarita. Freddie entered the liquor store, and all he needed was a few short seconds of curious looking, and he realized....That he had found....THE MOTHER-LOAD.

If this was heaven, Freddie was glad to be dead....There was nothing but Alcohol.....Freddie had never seen so much Alcohol...It was putting him in a daze. But a voice awoken him for the time being.

"Freddie?" The voice, said. Freddie turned around, and saw who it was. It was Rarity, and she was carrying.....A bottle of Wine? Freddie was surprised. From how Rarity carried herself, Freddie did not expect a Mare like herself...To drink.

"Rarity?" Freddie replied, not taking his eyes off of the wine held in her hoof. "What....Are YOU doing here?"

Rarity laughed. "I know what you are thinking.....You didn't expect a Pony like ME to be a drinker, did you?"

"Well....You just don't seem like the type." Freddie replied, shrugging.

"Well, I assure you." Rarity continued. "I am not a HEAVY drinker, but every once in a while....I feel the need to....Give my system....A cleanse."

"You mean get drunk...." Freddie said with a smirk. "Don't you?"

Rarity shook her head. "I do not drink enough to get "drunk". I just consume enough to put me....On edge."

"Ahhhhh....." Freddie understood. "I see....Enough to give your system that "KICK" it needs."

"Precisely." Rarity responded, nodding. "And what of yourself? You obviously aren't here to look for gold."

Freddie chuckled. "I'll be the first to admit it.....I get drunk about.....5 times a night."

Rarity cringed. "I don't think that is very healthy, dear...."

"You're right." Freddie said. "But I am a Wrestler, so combined with my good diet and exercise, the Alcohol doesn't affect me too much."

"I see...." Rarity responded. "What kinds of Alcohol do you consume?"

Freddie smirked. Oh....This would be fun. "Lets see......The basics, like plain old Beer, Wine, Tequilla, Margaritas, Schnapps. And then....We get into a little more of the uncommon Alcohol. There's Ale, then there's Banana beer, Bappir, Boza, Brem, Brunswick Mum, Cask ale, Cauim, Chhaang, Chicha, Choujiu, Chuak, Cock ale, Cuirm, Draught beer, Gluten free Beer, Gruit, Happoshu, High gravity Beer, Huangjiu, Ibwatu, Kvass, Lager, Malt beer, Mbege, Mild ale, Mild beer, Oshikundu, Pito, Radler, Sahti, Shandy, Smoked beer, Tella, Tiswin, Tongba, Umqombothi, Zozu, Zutho, Egyptian, zythos-" Freddie could have gone on ALL NIGHT, but he was interrupted by Berry Punch.

"Holy cow!" Berry said. "You named off liquor I had never even heard of!"

"Who are you?" Freddie asked politely.

"I'm Berry Punch!" Berry said gleefully. "I own this fine shop."

The first thing Freddie did, was shake Berry's hoof. "I must congratulate you, ma'am! This is a FINE liquor establishment!"

Berry giggled. "Thank you! You're Freddie Hediger, right?"

"That's me." Freddie answered.

"How is liquor on Earth? Is it a lot more advanced there than here?" Berry asked curiously.

"Well..." Freddie started. "I haven't heard of barely ANY of these types of Alcohol. "Bright Sunshine", "Spring Meadows", for god's Sake....One of these is called "Swamp Ass"! Most of these don't sound like Alcohol....They sound like Children's cough Medicine!" His voice nearly broke as he whined.

Berry laughed. "What do you expect? This is the land of talking Ponies. EVERYTHING has to sound Girly and nice."

Freddie nodded, she DID have a point. "True....."

"Don't let the names fool you, though..." Berry continued. "This Alcohol is the BOMB! Isn't that right, Rarity?"

"Well.....Atleast the Wine is." Rarity answered, smiling.

"Rarity....Do you only drink wine?" Freddie asked curiously.

"Why.....Yes." Rarity answered, causing Freddie to gasp.

"That's right! Rarity is my number 1 wine Buyer!"

"Wow....Impressive." Freddie said. "But....Why just Wine? You are missing out on SO many other great Beverages!"

"A classy Pony such a me would not DARE consume...." She cringed. ".....Beer....Wine is the type of Beverage for me!"

Freddie was a bit ticked off, but respected her opinion. "Well alright then. Berry, what would you recommend to a first time Equestrian alcohol buyer?"

"Oh!" Berry exclaimed, immediately getting excited. "I recommend EVERYTHING! All of this alcohol is just....It creates a Mariachi band in your mouth!"

Freddie was impressed, but not sure if he could trust her judgement. She was a lady after all, and everyone knows....Men know more about alcohol than woman.

"I guess I'll round some stuff up, then....." Freddie said, pondering over which alcohol would suit him the best.

A few moments later, Rarity and Freddie were ready to pay. Freddie had 5 bottles of Alcohol. 1 bottle of "Midsummer Night's Dream", (Yes, Theater and Film reference) 1 bottle of "Rainy Days", 1 bottle of "Beaming Sunlight", 1 bottle of "Too Many Limes", (Good job if you get the Reference.) and finally, 1 bottle of "Swamp Ass". Berry noticed the bottle of the crudely Titled Alcohol, and looked curiously at Freddie.

Freddie blushed. "Just curious...." He said. Berry laughed, and concluded the price.

"That'll be 13 bits, Freddie." Berry said. Freddie willingly gave her the 13 bits, and was handed the Alcohol in bags. "And 3 bits from you Rarity." Rarity smiled, and pulled out the bits, but in the process, Rarity had learned of a horrible tragedy.

"DRAT!" Rarity gasped. "I'm one bit Short!"

"Not a problem...." Freddie said, as he laid another bit on the counter.

"What? But, Freddie......Why?" Rarity stammered.

"Because NO mare should be crushed of her Alcoholic desires!" Freddie said in Shakespeare style.

"There's no need...." Rarity said, shaking her head. "I can wait until next time."

"Oh no, no, no..." Freddie replied. "I INSIST." He smiled.

"Well...." Rarity chuckled. "If you say so...." She smiled.

"Alright then," Berry said, putting the bits in the cash register. "You're all set. Have a good day!"

Rarity waved, while Freddie called out, "Bye, Berry!" Rarity and Freddie stepped out of the store, and were IMMEDIATELY drenched by rain.

"Oh for the love of Celestia..." Rarity groaned, as she used her Magic to pull out her umbrella.

Freddie looked on in awe. "Convenient..."

Rarity giggled. "Is Phillip at my House at the Moment?"

"Oh yeah." Freddie answered. "He's drenched, no doubt...."

"Oh, poor dear...." Rarity said, holding her hoof over her mouth. "We must get home RIGHT AWAY!" She trotted off, and Freddie was BARELY able to catch up to her.

"Why are you so worried about Punk, anyway?" Freddie asked curiously. "I thought you both HATED eachother!"

"Yes, we do." Rarity responded. "But he doesn't deserve to be outside in this Kind of weather! I'm curious, though....Why IS he so hostile towards me?"

Freddie had the answer to that. It was quite simple. "He's an ass." Was all Freddie needed for an answer.

"Hmmmm....." Rarity thought, wondering how such good friends could be so mean to eachother. Must be an earth thing....

Meanwhile.....

Twilight's Library....

"So," Austin began. "You sure we're cool, Spike?"

"Now we are." Spike answered. "I was just being jealous before.....Twilight always gives me ALL of her attention. And when you came along, that all went away. But, I realize now, you aren't here to steal her from Me, she just wants to know about your surroundings....And I'm cool with that. I'm sorry...." He said sincerely.

"It's alright, man." Austin replied, smiling.

"I think this would be a good topic for a letter to Princess Celesttttiiaaa...." Twilight said sing-songingly.

"Got it!" Spike said, jumping up and rushing to the scroll. "Lay it on me!"

Twilight smiled. "Dear Princess Celestia, Usually, I am the one who learns about friendship....But today, that honor goes, to my dear assistant Spike, who has indeed learned something about Friendship, thanks to my new human Friend, Austin Ross. That's your cue, Spike."

"Oh yeah...." Spike said, clearing his throat. "I have learned, that you should not judge a person's intentions by where they are from. Someone may look like a bad person, but in reality, they are just trying to fuel the desire of Knowledge, and even if you believe otherwise, you should ALWAYS give someone the benefit of the doubt. Sincerely, your Faithful Student's AWESOME assistant, Spike." With that, Spike rolled up the letter, and blew his Signature fire at it, and then, the letter Was gone.

"Did you REALLY have to call yourself awesome?" Twilight asked, doubting her Assistant's words.

"Well, it's true, isn't it?" Spike retorted.

Twilight rolled her eyes. "Oh, Spike....." She and her friends Laughed.

Meanwhile.....

Sugarcube Corner....

Marcus lay in his bed, numerous thoughts running through his Head. He KNEW that was not his Mother, it was Pyro-Zi....Who somehow took the shape of his mother. But it WAS his mother's voice, and Marcus ALWAYS listened to his mother. She told him to "Avvenge her...." Which Marcus knew what that meant. It meant, that he would have....To kill Ponies. After what happened on that day, Marcus had ALWAYS wanted to kill some Ponies, to exact revenge on what had occurred, but he never had the guts to do it. Marcus didn't have the Guts......The guts.....The guts.....

"I DO have Guts!" Marcus thought angrily to himself. "I can do it anytime I want!" Marcus kept thinking about his encounter with his "Mother". It was her, it was ALL her, just a different Person controlling her. No matter, his mother's voice SAID...."To kill the Ponies".....

......Marcus would do, just that.

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TROLOLOLOLOL, back to the story.

Marcus got up from his bed, he went into Pinkie's room to check on her, she was Asleep......This was good for Marcus, it would make his job THAT much easier. He slowly crept into the Kitchen, and grabbed his Weapon, a Knife. A simple Knife.....It was simple, but it was good Enough to Marcus. Ponies didn't DESERVE to die a fancy Death, so he would use the Knife....

Marcus once again, crept into Pinkie's room, and stopped at her bedside. He stared at her body, who was quietly in a slumber. "She looks so Cute..." Marcus thought. He then smirked creepily. "...Cute enough to KILL!" He screamed out loud this time, but right before he could drive the knife Clear through Pinkie's heart, the pink Pony sprang up herself, and thrust her own Knife into Marcus' face. Marcus crumpled to the floor automatically, and the sharp blade was lodged into his brain.

"You thought you could get the drop on me, Marcus? HUH?!" Pinkie screamed. She was talking to herself, however, as Marcus was dead on the Impact of the knife. Pinkie got up from her bed, and pulled the knife out of Marcus' head. However, that knife was SO stuck, that Marcus' ENTIRE face come off with it!

Pinkie was not scared at this, she was actually quite Happy. She didn't know Marcus' secret, be she KNEW of his hatred for Ponies. She figured one night, he would try to murder her, so for protection, she hadn't slept since he got here, and she also wielded a knife in her bed, just in case. Tonight, was that case...

Pinkie stared at the face, and actually felt sympathy for Marcus. "Awwwwww, Poooorrrr Marrrkkyyyy...." She cried, but it seemed like she was bluffing. "You look like a shish-kabob! And I LOVE shish-kabob's!" At that, Pinkie scraped Marcus' face off of the knife, and began to eat it.

"Hmmm....." Pinkie thought about the taste of the face. "Pretty good for a Midnight snack, but.....It needs more Whipped Cream!" Pinkie ran into the kitchen, grabbed some Whipped cream from out of the Fridge, sprayed quite a bit into her mouth, and THAT did the trick. Pinkie was now enjoying the taste way more than before.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Pinkie moaned. "That tastes Scrumptious Dumptious!" She swallowed the food, and swiped the debris off her teeth with her tongue.

"That sure hit the SPOT!' She exclaimed, excitedly. She leaned over at the rest of Marcus' dead body, and planted a kiss on where his head would have been. "Goodnight, Marky!" She said, and then, she laid her head on her pillow, and drifted off back to sleep.

Meanwhile....

Carousel Boutique....

That had done it. CM Punk....Was officially....Pissed. He was invited to stay with Rarity for a while, and on the night he TRIES to move in, she's NOWHERE in sight. That was, until, Punk saw her and Freddie running to him as fast as they could.

"Oh, Phil, DARLING!'' Rarity said, obviously worried. "Please, forgive me, I had to get out and get some Wine, and you said you weren't moving in until Tomorrow!"

"I changed my Mind....." Punk said, obviously pissed.

"Uh oh..." Freddie said, obviously worried. "I'd better go....See ya, guys!" With that, he ran off, not wanting to get in the middle of this.

"Please, Phillip. I PROMISE, as long as you are a Guest at my House, it will NEVER happen again...."

"No need to make any promises to me, Princess...." Punk replied, rolling his eyes. "I KNOW what it's like.....When you need your Wine, you NEED your wine!"

"You do?" Rarity said, a bit of weight lifted off her shoulders.

"No..." Punk said, a hint of "You know I'm fucking Straightedge!" Playing off his voice. ".....Because I don't drink....."

BOOM. The weight fell on Rarity's shoulders like an Anvil. "I am DEEPLY sorry, once Again! It will not happen again! You are my guest, and you will be treated with as much Respect as I treat myself!"

Punk chuckled. "That's gonna be a LOT of damn respect, then...."

"Is that a compliment?" Rarity asked curiously.

"Hell no." Punk answered, causing Rarity to sigh.

Meanwhile.....

"AH!" Marcus screamed as he sat up in bed. "Holy fuck.....It was just a nightmare.....HOLY SHIT, SHE ATE MY FACE!" Marcus felt to see if his face really WAS gone. It wasn't of course, this gave him a sign of hope.

"Thew...." Marcus said, still trying to catch his breath. "Fuck you, Pyro-Zi.....Because of him, I got that damn nightmare! I can't wait to beat the SHIT out of him!" Marcus was FUMING. He decided to go check on Pinkie. As he walked into her room, she was there, sleeping like before.

Marcus may had just experienced possibly the worst Nightmare he had ever experienced, but a smile still snuck onto his face. He crouched down, leaned over, and whispered into Pinkie's ear, "Don't worry....I won't hurt you...." He smiled one last time, and then went back to his bed.

After Pinkie heard Marcus' promise, her usual smile when she was asleep, had now grew twice in size. Everything would be okay.....

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TROLOLOLOLOLOL back to the show.

.....JUST KIDDING........