After a few minutes we found out that the guy was called Brian, closer inspection revealed that he was actually taller than him and he wasn’t so big. Lawl, I’m going blind. Anyways, he offered us a ride to a friend’s warehouse where he had a couple of cars stored. So being the poor, helpless suckers we were. We accepted his offer and soon we were cruising along the grassy plains on our way to the supposed warehouse with our cargo safely. Brian was surprisingly okay with the technicolor ponies. He asked no questions and even petted them occasionally.

Anyways, so we arrived at the warehouse, and we walk in.

My eyeballs nearly fell out of my sockets.

In front of me were three of the most beautiful cars ever seen.

On the left was a cyan blue Koenig CCX. To my right was a Lamborghini Aventador in a shade of orange. And in the middle of them both was a true automotive masterpiece. The Pagani Cinque in orange and black. Jackson whistled. Brian looked around.

      “Yo Bruce where you at?”

Just then a full grown Rottweiler flew out of nowhere and began snarling and snapping at us. Jackson leaped backwards and landed on his ass. Pinkie fell on her side laughing. Rainbow Dash snarled back in response.

      “Down.” A calm voice said from the shadows

The dog gave us one last snarl before sitting down. And from the shadow emerged a figure. Around 6’4 and full of muscles. He had a moustache and was bald with tribal tattoos running down his arm. Jackson picked himself off the ground and

      “Brian, who are these two? And what are those things?” The guy asked, pointing at the ponies

      “A couple of friends. They need some new wheels to get them to New York. Oh, where are my manners, Travis, Nash, meet Bruce.”

      “Um... hi?”

      “How’s it going? So, you need a new set of wheels huh? Well me and Brian go waaaaaaaay back. So go ahead, take your pick.”

Bruce flicked a switch and and soon the whole warehouse was lit up revealing a whole armada of muscle cars, tuners and exotics. In the far corner was what looked like a ‘68 Charger under a tarp, I pointed at it.

      “That’s mine.” Bruce said

      “Okay.”

I walked back to the three cars that had originally caught my attention. The Pagani was especially flashy. The Aventador was no slouch either, and the Koenig CCX looked pretty darn fast.

      “You sure we can take any car we want?” I asked

      “Absolutely.” Bruce said

I grinned

Ten minutes later...

The garage door slid open. Sunlight flooded the inside as four headlights glowed bright and the revving of an engine was heard. In less time it took to blink, an orange and black Pagani burst out of the warehouse and roared down the road. Inside the mares were laughing, Jackson was having a heart attack, and I was laughing like a madman.

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