PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE READING: Alright, just want to lay a few things out to all of you who reads this.
1. This is part and the start of The Ghost Saga, and the shorts take place sometime between after Season 1 and before Season 3.
2. The Ghost character is based off of someone in real life and hosts The Ghost Show over on Dlive named Ghost, so if you want to do some research on him, go for it. Or read the Outline / Plans for more information on him.
3. Guess the Minority is a game show that is a real thing that the Ghost in real life does, just so we are clear. Granted he does it over the phone lines and it's way shorter than this where he just guesses the minority of whoever is calling him, just so you know the context of the short.
4. Have a good time and I will see you some time else...
5. Ghost will be back in future shorts (Duh...)
6. I did put pictures up of Ghost and The Engineer so you can get the general idea as to what I'm thinking of. Now I did get these pictures off the web. With the Engineer I found the perfect one, but with Ghost I had to use something that was close. So while it isn't the Ghost portrayed in the short, just keep in mind it's just to get a general idea of what I'm going for.

PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE BEFORE COTINUING

Hmmm… The weather is kind of warm out today. Hmmm… Well anyways I still have to write some more of these little moments from my past. These little episodes in my life. These little half episodes from my life, like half the length of a normal episode.

It’s like every day is an episode, the morning alarm is your theme song. The crickets outside your window or cars that drive by your home is your end credit music. And the people that look at you and stare at you are the laugh track. They just stand there, stare at you and think about how ugly you are, how pathetic your life is.

You life is worthless and you can do nothing right in life. You are a useless eater as the Super Elites are planning on putting you in the back of the ovens one day up in their little super computer space station above Uranus. And as they stare at you, they are laughing at you, not with you, but at you. And there’s nothing that you can do as all you can do is stand there and watch as you are surrounded by an endless sea of people, pointing and laughing at you. And if you’re a boy, then they are probably pointing and laughing at your micro ding dong.

And all they do is laugh and laugh and laugh, yet you can’t hear the laughter, all you hear is silence and the endless sounds of the darkness that creeps into your mind every night while you try to sleep and annoy the scream of the people that you saw die in front of you. You tried to do something, tried to save them, but you couldn’t so the voices of the damned come into your room at night, wanting to take your soul away from this Earth and into the darkness of the damned!

And the laughter just keeps getting louder and louder, not being able to drown the voices of the dead people laughing at you out of your head! And then you realize that your episodes and seasons keep getting renewed season after season. You want the show to be cancelled, but God keeps renewing your contract every year, a never ending show for 70 – 100 years or more! You just want it to end! But you can’t, even when you put the barrel of the gun that you bought for such an occasion, you can’t bring yourself to pull the trigger because God won’t let you! The show must go on! You are not allowed to be free from your never ending nightmare of a show as the audience laughs and laughs and laughs! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

And then you realize you’re in Wal-mart, waiting in the very long check outlines cause only three out of one thousand registers are opened. And you check your watch and notice it’s half past twelve. Probably going to eat some frozen pizza tonight and play some vidya games or something. Eyup, life goes like that sometimes. Anyways, let’s get into the little short moments in my life where the skeleton hambone named Ghost came and found me and where I live, along with me and the guys doing some stuff with him. I guess it’s time to have the talk about the Ghost guy and his series of events that occurred.

Remember when I mentioned it? Remember when I mentioned about Ghost and him being a skeleton? Yeah… you do… don’t you bitch? Anyways, I suppose I should introduce Ghost and his little episodes or adventures that we had with him before I start off with one of the things that we did together.

Let’s see, how should I explain this to you… whoever is reading this. Maybe aliens are going to be reading this after humans have gone extinct so I’m just trying to prepare for whatever comes this journal’s way you know? You never know when Aliens or Illegal Aliens are going to be reading this, and they will be confused on who Ghost is, or a Technicolor talking pony for that matter, but I’m sure they can figure that part out for themselves eventually.

Just following the rules what my 4^th grade language teacher taught me when writing anything, assume the reader is beyond fucking retarded and know absolutely nothing. Shall I start with two plus two (that equals five) or shall I start with colors? Colors? Ok, Blue, green, yellow, clear, seven, AIDS. See those are colors, you’re learning fast, you’re going places.

Anyways, Ghost ghost ghost. What can I say about Ghost? First time I had met him, he was really weird, later on we had some fun and adventures together. And then later on… well later on kind of gets too complicated for right now to simply time put. Just know something’s happened with Ghost that will take quite some of explaining to do and right now I don’t think you’re ready for that part yet. Although I will say it gets wild, but for right now let’s start small with Ghost. In the beginning, I don’t know where he came from or who he is, at least at first. And one day while walking on the train tracks if you recall when I told you guys, and if not then here it is, I was by myself.

I was running away from TF and a little group of his; it was a whole other thing, trying to hunt me down. Some guy named Blacky died and Sky was a faggot that wanted to be a tough guy or something. You can thumb through the pages to look back at that one if you want... assuming you aliens have thumbs. And if you aliens don’t know what thumbs are, they are like dicks for your hands that you think you can play around with and touch, yet it is disappointing when you do and sometimes it weird’s you out when you get high sometimes.

Or not, trust me, after being a pony for many years thumbs are just really weird compared to hooves. Anyways, while walking the trains and TF and his little posse group somewhere behind me keeping an eye on me somewhere from far behind, I was walking the train tacks alone after an accident had occurred on the tracks. There was a grey sky with some snow I think. And along my travels along the train tracks I came across some odd characters. Some short, some long, and then I happened to come across a guy named Ghost. He was a skeleton that was a hambone that was in a wheelchair and probably lost his legs in the rice paddies in Vietnam somewhere. And because of that, he had his wheelchair being pushed by another skeleton named The Engineer.

Now Ghost looked to be like an old guy in his fifties or sixties, but as a skeleton with a Texan, but with a rough sounding voice. It was kind of fruity in some cases. And the Engineer looked like he was mentally handicapped, yet always had a genuine smile on, compared to Neon who always looked like he had a smile on always to kill you, and he wore blue overalls with some brown boots and a yellow construction hard hat on as well as some yellow gloves. (Put image here?)

Meanwhile Ghost was wearing a red bandanna scarf around his neck and a black cowboy hat on and.. uhh… that’s about aside from his wheelchair.

And the Engineer talked in tongue like a tard, where you could barely make a word out of his mouth. Yet it sounded a lot more better than whatever came out of Ghost’s mouth. Hell, I’d say the Engineer was the true talent here, probably could win the golden microphone in less than a year if he tried. All Ghost could win is the golden piss award, and he probably goes to gay bath houses and stuff. Anyways, I came across them, had some slight fun with the two of them and the Engineer won while Ghost lost and then I left. And then after TF had me running around the woods trying to get back on track on getting back to Stalia and the group that I was with died or something, I think one of them lost his son to the son drowning in the river and dying in his arms.

I forget, thumb through the pages yourself to see if I am correct. Well, I got out and started walking the train tracks again, once again all alone and even more odd characters came and found me like Pirates from another universe and their floating pirate ship, Baby and Regular Jesus telling me to Make Heaven Great Again and to build a big wall to stop the demons from coming through, a Japanese guy that was delivering a late package to me and having a big fight, and some the Orange Mafia Gang I think the name was… where a bunch of Oranges and their leader wanted to reconstruct all of my bones and turn me into an orange so I could be one of them and take over Equestria or something.

Yet one of the characters I saw was Ghost once again. This time though he was all alone, no Engineer this time around. But he had a battery operated wheelchair this time. Me and him talked, he got mad, and then he got hit by a train. Yet he still wasn’t dead. And with this next series of events that I’m about to share with you all, Ghost came back. But not on the train track again, but to Stalia, the “little” town that I lived in that lived in the shadow of Ponyville that was right across from it with the Everfree Forest right in between. Eyup… Anyways, this is the story of a Texan skeleton hambone in a wheelchair named Ghost. And you could say the story was just beginning… if you were a faggot…

So where do I begin with this one? Oh, I’ve got it, how about when Ghost first arrived in Stalia and found me. So, it was the dawn of a new day. Celestia’s sun was out and the birds were chirping away while everyone in the town of Stalia was going about their day.

Everything was fine. It was like any normal day with the kids out playing and the adults going to work. There were some clouds in the sky, but nothing worthy of note however. Everyone was minding their own business and nothing serious was happening in the town of Stalia. It was just like any other ordinary day… well at least for the first half of it of course. By the time mid day had come and the Sun was at its highest point in the sky… I think. Maybe it could have gone higher but maybe the sun didn’t wanted to go above and beyond . Lazy bastard.

Anyways, it was the middle of the day, the guys were doing their own thing and Wolf had left the library. Usually he sticks around since he’s a lazy piece of shit most of the time. And I mean a piece of shit in a friendly, male bonding kind of way in case you couldn’t take the hint. He was just you know… didn’t get off his lazy wooden ass is all. Anyways, it was a weekend so I kind of slept in. Then again I can always sleep in since it’s not like I have a job other than being the librarian that no one ever visits. Seriously, the kids don’t know what that kind of a place is. They just go out and play with sticks and beat zebras with it. I think that’s the hip thing to do nowadays. Am I right that the kids go out and beat zebras with a stick?

No… no that’s not right. My bad, they go out and beat old people for sheckles. I mean it’s either that or mow their lawns and kids aren’t going to do that nowadays. They just take blue birds and green frogs, tie some kind of little message to them and send them to their little friends. Kids have no morals these days I tell you. And next thing you know, these kids are going to be socializing through some kind of book, face to face.

But don’t worry, I got an idea that’ll get these kids back up and socializing the correct way. I have some kind of Chute, although it’ll take a bit or something in order to use it. But the kids will come around. They always do… otherwise I’ll have to go with the backup plan and find four chans. That way everyone can do it and no one will know it is them. Just got make sure that anime bear doesn’t come out of the bushes is all… the fucker lives in all of our souls don’t you know. It haunts you, stares at you, waiting to strike one day. But you see back in my day…like a couple of years ago, we didn’t have sticks and green little frogs… we had tubes, and it was you who made the tubes work.

Hell, the inter… connections… of a net is nothing but a series of tubes after all. Anyways, point is I don’t have to work as hard as anyone else because my job is to just be here in case anyone wants to check out a book. And no one ever comes. But at least I’m not the one responsible for the newspapers at least. That guy is fucked with tons of un-read paper. He’s just buried with it in his own home and no one has heard from him in seven months. He’s probably dead by now, but no one cares.

Anyways, I slept in until like eleven o’ clock, you can say that’s weird or that I’m some kind of lazy fuck, but you can’t blame, sometimes all I do at night is just stay up and enjoy the night. And then you start to hear things yet you can’t find the sources of the noises. Then it starts to get to you and... never mind, don’t mind the demons, they are just trying to fuck with you. Anyways, Wolf usually sticks around like the lazy bum that he is sometimes but as I came down the stairs, to my surprise, he was gone. And at first I had thought maybe he was trying to make something of himself… until I looked in the cupboard... that wooden fuck ate all of the cereal… and it was my cereal.

He had his cereal which was some frosted wheat crap. When I went to the store, I told him he could only have one, even though he protested against me since I was buying myself two. But I’m the one who earns the bits… from doing nothing basically and being Celestia’s personal student. He is just a tag along, my entourage, a good buddy like a faithful dog, but a leach that sticks to the side like the state of California. Seriously, that state is a literally leach. One day the San Andreas Fault line will break to where it reveals the state’s true form, a giant leach.

And that leach will then say, “You may have stopped, but I’ll be back soon. Just you wait and see.”

And then it’ll go into the mother ship and fly away to the sun when really its home is in the opposite direction. Anyways, I told him to stay out of my cereal, some fruity crap and some cheap cinnamon crap. It’s all crap and will probably give you diabetes one day, but you think anyone gives a crap? The shit tastes good. Fuck the orange juice and grits. It’s cheap, bad for your body, and it taste damn good in your mouth, just like diabetes.

Anyways, Wolf tried his cereal, said he didn’t like it and wanted mine, but I told him to fuck off, he made his bed, now he has to sleep in it… though he never does, both fugitively and literally. Anyways, it was a no brainer why he skipped out on me. And I wanted some cereal so I grabbed my black cowboy hat, my satchel that I forget half the time that is there, and headed out the door and into the town of Stalia that covered in the morning light all with a sour look on my face for I was in a sour mood at that time.

As I kicked the door open and closed it to go outside, I was mumbling underneath my breath with a pissed off look on my face, “Fucking Wolf… piece of wooden, shit eating mother fucker. Eats from my cereal will he?” And then I was out and was headed for Stalia’s Market, where the store was located that sold the goods. The legal and the illegal goods, you just had to ask for the illegal stuff in the back. Shhh, don’t tell anyone I told you that or I might get in trouble…

Anyways, I was on my way towards the market area and as I was keeping to myself and thinking of whatever was going through my head that day and as the other ponies passed me by while I still retained the unhappy look upon my brow, I came across my “friends”, the guys, the gang, whatever you want to call them, and all of them where, including Wolf, hanging out, having a good time, and were near a wall to one of the buildings nearby.

Well except for Mac, he looked like he was having a bit of a bad day. Looked like he needed some cheering up. But I wasn’t concerned about Mac’s mental state, for when I saw Wolf; I had a few words to speak to him at the time. So I walked up to him a little bit, but still giving him some room, you got to respect other’s breathing space. You don’t want to be rude when calling them names like a faggot or a little bitch. You may be rough housing, but you’re not animals. Now if you want to be an animal, then you get a gun that has ‘caliber’ in its name and start shooting up the place like its Vegas. Then you’re getting the blood pumping, then again I wouldn’t know.

But someone does. Anyway, I got up near Wolf, although he wasn’t looking in my general direction. In fact none of the guys really noticed me except for Mac, must have not been in a good mood then. And as for Wolf, he was sitting on his wooden ass on the dirt floor, but it was kind of hard, I don’t know, it’s kind of hard to describe the ground of the pony world when it isn’t concrete, but whatever.

Anyways, Wolf was just sitting on his wooden asshole, with a smile like he didn’t eat my cereal and wasn’t going to pay the consequences from it, and was talking with Jack, who was leaning against a wall, also with a smile. But not a genuine happy smile, but like a punk or an asshole kind of a smile. And for some reason both of them had black sun glasses on, like they were buddy buddy with each other. But I didn’t really care because he took my cereal, and all I knew was that some wood was going to get slapped. And not in a sexual way either, but in an ass kicking way.

So I looked towards him, weather he was looking at me when I was looking to him or not and being rude, I said to him, “Hey Wolf! You’re going to get an ass kicking!”

Wolf ignored me.

So I continued talking to him as if he was paying attention, hoping he would respond to me, “Hey asshole! I’m talking to you! What do you got to say about the cereal you ate huh!? You want to pay up now or do I have to break your wooden legs?”

He did nothing and not even moved a muscle… except for his mouth as he was continuing to talk to Jack.

I don’t know what conversations they were having, but I then tried one more time to talk to Wolf as I then said to him, “Wolf, if you don’t explain to me right now why you took my shit and didn’t take you shit, I’m kicking your ass when you get home later today. Or at the very least hear some very mean words from me. Got anything to say for yourself mister?”

And Wolf didn’t respond to me like the rude wooden asshole that he was. I get no respect I tell ya, no respect at all. And after giving it a few seconds and no response from Wolf, I squinted my eyes a little bit as I was tired a bit.

And Mac noticed and got a bit close to me, with a bit of a wide eyes, not a pissed off look, and said to me in a whisper, “I think they are being hypnotized by the aliens.”

I then said to him, “Shut up Mac.”

And because I wasn’t in the mood to be dealing with this and my stomach was a bit grumbly, I went ahead and said under my breath as I was about to move out and go to the store, “Fuck this shit, I’m going to the store. Mother fuckers…”

And as I was going to pass up the guys, Jack finally noticed me, or at the very least acknowledged my existence, stood up on all fours, all still with an asshole smile on his face and quickly whispered to Wolf about something, I think maybe “hey watch this” but when looking back it’s hard to tell.

And when that happened, he then moved towards where I was walking and blocked my path from moving any further to my destination. And as I was trying to walk, my head was looking downwards, but the moment Jack blocked me with a serious and dead look on his face, my head immediately went upwards and stared him in the face.

Jack then said to me, “So… you think you can walk past the toll without paying huh?”

I then said to Jack in my not so good mood and tone voice, “Fuck Off Jack, I’m not in the mood right now.”

Jack then said to me, “Ohhhh… we have a tough guy over here.”

I then said to him, even though I didn’t always show it, or mean it sometimes, “I mean it Jack, fuck off or else.”

And the guys, who were looking towards our direction and smiling, just watching it as everything unfolded. And Forrest in particular even gave a slight chuckle that I could hear, like he was enjoying the show a bit, like this was all some kind of joke and that I wasn’t in on it because I was supposed to be the punch line.

Although Mac still had a pissed off look, I guess someone must have pissed in his cereal that morning. But somewhere off in the far, yet not too far distance however, the wheels on a wheelchair was rolling on by, somewhat on a fast pace as if the rider of the wheelchair was in a hurry to be somewhere.

Anyways, Jack then said to me, “So you think can just waltz on over here and walk on by without paying your dues huh?”

I wasn’t catching on as to what he was even talking about and the looks on the other guy’s faces wasn’t helping me much and I wasn’t in the mood to think it through and think about context. I just wanted to get a move on with my day.

But I did give in a little bit and shook my head a little bit like I had just saw something that was from my imagination, and said to Jack with an annoyed and pissed off combo look on my face and said to Jack, “You fucking asshole. What the hell are you two doing anyways?”

Jack then dropped the tough guy act for a bit and had a little smile on his face, more like a smirk still, and said to me while pointing to Wolf with his head, “Oh it’s nothing. That bundle of sticks over there is just helping me with a little side gig that I came up with earlier today.”

Jack then proceeded to move his right hoof around while continuing explaining what was happening between him and Wolf with a bit of a sly in his voice, “I’m making decent bits with my job, but I figured I could get more by having other to pay a toll to pass a certain section of Stalia. But it’ll just be me, but I figured that useless firewood over there could help me out by standing guard on the other part of town, and in turn I promised him a five percent cut and a six pack. I’m just showing him the ropes. And the best part, he didn’t negotiate. Shows how much of him is made of wood in the head.”

Wolf had heard what he had said, but did not say a word as he was being insulted by Jack. But then again I don’t think he really cared, give him alcohol, he’ll look the other way. Even if it’s a genocide. But after Jack was done talking to me, there was a few seconds of silence.

But after those few seconds were up, Jack then said to me without me saying anything in return, “So with that being said, pay up or else I’m going to break your legs.”

I then said to him somewhat blankly, but having my eyes drift to the side a bit with a bit of a ‘I don’t care’ look on my face, right before looking back at him properly, “Yeeeeaaahhh… no… I’ll see you later Wolf, you fucking free loader.”

I then started to walk around Jack and went past him and went about my day and my own business like nothing had happened.

But Jack wasn’t done with my yet as he then noticed that I walked past him without paying up, so he went over to Wolf with a slight smirk on his face still and said to him while putting his face a bit close to Wolf’s face, “Watch and learn…”

And then Jack then looked over towards me or at least towards my back, sort of my pony ass as I was walking away from him. And then he somewhat swiftly came up towards the backside of me and put me in a headlock and turned me towards the other direction that I was walking away from.

From that point on, my face went from annoyed; to pissed off with a bit of an angry tone in my voice as I immediately said to Jack, “What the fuck are you doing? Fucking let go of me Jack!”

While I was pissed, Jack still had the smirk on his face, like we were roughhousing or something and that he was just playing around, in Jack’s case, that might have been half right, but only towards me. It was like in a friendly way, but in asshole-ish kind of way if that makes any sense to you.

Anyways, as Jack was holding me in a head lock and the other guys looked at us and sort of enjoyed watching the two of us getting at it with each other, that wheelchair off in the distance was suddenly starting to get closer, as the crackling of the wheelchairs that sounded similar to a bicycle was starting to near and become louder for all to hear.

Meanwhile, I was trying to break out of Jack’s little headlock that he had put me in as he had put his whole left forearm around the back of my neck while he was trying to pull me towards his direction as he was saying to me, “So are you going to pay up or what?”

Again, the sounds of a wheelchair and someone pushing the wheelchair towards our direction was getting louder and closer by the second, not that we noticed it or anything at that time, but looking back, it wasn’t too far off from our original position that day. Anyways, back to me and Jack, I was trying to take my right forearm and trying to break loose of Jack’s hold.

But he had a good grip on me as I said to him, “I’m not going to give you shit! Now let go of me!”

But the sounds of a rolling wheelchair came ever so near us. And it wasn’t stopping anytime soon, just growing.

As my head was sort of hanging down a bit as Jack had put a bit of his weight on the back of my neck, he said to me, “You either pay the toll or you get the Goll!”

But the wheelchair though, it was still coming in fast, in fact, faster than I think anyone could have imagined.

As for me though, I then said to Jack, “What the fuck is a Goll!?”

But the wheelchair was closing in our position. There would be no way out of it even if we had wanted to leave by that point. Our fate had been chosen that day that would forever cause a ripple in time for us all, almost like it was the start of a little cause and effect that never ended, even though that may not have been true. But still, it was the beginning of something more bigger than ourselves and more than what we could have ever imagined.

Anyways, Jack then explained to me as the other guys were just sitting there on their pony asses and watching, “That’s the name that I gave to the crowbar that’s going to break all four of your legs if you don’t cough up the money, bitch!”

And then before you know it, fate had arrived for us. And it was in the form of a skeleton hambone in a wheelchair that also wore a cowboy hat and probably had some kind of personal problems. We didn’t know what was in store for us that day forward, but we didn’t expect it would come from the most unexpected of places and sources. But to clarify the wheelchair had rolled up to us, rather behind us. We didn’t notice it, the guys that were watching didn’t notice, not even Wolf as he was watching me getting annoyed didn’t notice. He was a bunch of wood after all, which makes me question him sometimes.

Anyways, the skeleton in the wheelchair had rolled up behind us, yet none of us paid any attention as me and Jack continued our little struggle as I had said to him, “Get off of me or else I’m going to kick your ass! I know some Asian shit!”

I don’t think the guys caught on to what I was saying, and it was kind of half true too. I kind of knew some Asian moves, but just barely as TK was rough with me during those early training days that I had with him. But that’s for another time.

But as I was struggling to get out of the headlock that Jack had me in, that was all solved as we were interrupted by a mysterious, yet familiar sounding voice that sounded a bit deep and sort of villainous sounding tone saying to us, “I’ve finally found you…”

And then from that point on, all of our attention went towards the voice that was behind us. Although I was the first one to look up to see who it was and recognize who it was. It was Ghost… Ghost from the train tracks.

And after Jack had let go of me and the guys were looking in my direction, my angered look turned into one that looked like I had just seen a ghost and I said to myself in a low tone, “Uh oh…”

Ghost then said as his face remained in shadows and his features appeared hidden from our eyes, as he was also looking a bit villainous in my eyes. You know, cause he was dressed all in shadows, and he was looking downward a bit as well, like he had a fedora on or something, which he didn’t… he had a black Texan cowboy hat on instead. Kind of like my hat, but with more Texan in it. Anyways, he was looking a bit villainous to me, even if he didn’t intend to come off like that.

Well, Ghost then said to me, “After all this time, these long, unwinded, God forsaken time, I have finally found you.”

I started to get a little nervous as the last time I saw Ghost, I left him to get hit by a train back on the train tracks.

Ghost continued to say, “I have been looking for you everywhere I went. I couldn’t find you until today.”

My body was started to shake as my eyes remained wide. My mind was wondering what was going to happen as Ghost remained in the shadows, talking to me and the guys, but specifically towards me. But the guys on the other hand, they just stood there, a bit confused as to who Ghost was, so I was the odd one out that knew that was going on while the guys remained in the dark.

Ghost continued to tell me, “You left me on those train tracks, alone… and forgotten…”

He had said it in such a way that it sounded like he wanted revenge. That he was going to give me a beating of a lifetime and that I was going to get it. But come on, it was a joke, all a big joke. Can’t we just laugh it all off? Huh? Ha…. Ha ha…. Hahaha… But I remained shaking where I stood, not sure what to do if he had made a move towards me.

Ghost continued to say to me, “When I saw you, even the first time, I knew I found it. I knew I finally found the golden jackpot, to find the right ones to play with…”

I was starting to sweat a little bit. The way how he didn’t finish his sentence and him metaphorically giving three dots (…….) was like a gripping cliff hanger to me, leaving me on the edge of wondering what was going to come next from him. Will it be words or a force to be reckoned with?

And TK wasn’t around to help me out if shit went south, so it would be just me and the guys, and I wasn’t sure if I could handle it if it was too much trouble that occurred.

But Ghost finished his little talk and finishing his cliff hanger to me and said, “Now I get to play with you, to toy with you.... let me ask you... Are you ready? Are you ready to play a game… the game of… “

And then Ghost paused for effect. He was teasing all of us with the guys just looking confused and waiting for Ghost to finish his talk. Jack though looked a little annoyed cause it was eating up his time to collect money from his little toll scam business that he had started. And Neon was still smiling like a psychopath like always, but still. But for me, it was a tease the most of all. And waiting what Ghost was going to finish off with, what his message to me was killing me on the inside. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I was starting to get scared, what was I was going to do? What would happen to me? A lot of stuff was going through my head. But Ghost, he remained pause in his words for a good few seconds.

But then Ghost finally spoke up and said with a surprise upbeat tone as all around him everything changed into bright, beautiful colors and Ghost’s face lit up, “GUESS THE MINORITY!!!”

Ghost had said with such a happy and enthusiastic tone in his voice as he spread his right arm a full one eighty as to the right of him, stuff appeared.

That stuff: three podiums with a red button on all of them, a big score board with another board that was a sign with bright small little light bulbs that spelled the word ‘Guess the Minority’, all the while a game show music theme played by what sounded like a big band started to play from out of nowhere somewhere in the background that sounded oddly like The Price is Right theme song, very loudly I might add. And it came from the sky and it looked it just appeared in thin air.

I don’t know, maybe Ghost had some Pegasi drop it like the bombs from Japan and into that exact area at that right time, We weren’t paying attention, even when looking back it makes no sense. But yet it appeared, like if we had just stepped on to a set.

All the while the Engineer came walking on set, clapping continuously and saying, “YAAAAAAAY!!!” while still wearing his yellow workers hat and blue jean overalls.

The Engineer was also kind of taller than us, like around the same height as an Alicorn or something like that. Human height is kind of weird compared to being in a body of pony in this universe you know. Honestly I’m used to the height and I never noticed the difference by now. Same thing with Ghost, but because he was in a wheelchair, he was about eye level to us, so it was like he was a midget with stubby legs or some shit like that.

And as Engineer was walking from what looked like out of nowhere, or stage left, Ghost was saying as he was moving his arms up and down while making a fist, giving a big smile, and closing his skeleton eye holes… somehow…, “YES! YES!! YES!!! I love this game man! I win every time! I’M THE CHAMP AT THIS GAME!”

We were all confused as we were all looking at each other, yes, even me after calming down, as well as Wolf, and not sure what was going on here as we had expected a big adventure or a formidable enemy to fight or something like that. You know something that would take a trilogy or possibly a saga to finish, sort of like an arc of sorts.

Maybe it might lead us to some secrets and meet new and interesting people or whatever. But instead we just stood there confused, yet we just shrugged it off and rolled with it. It’s not like we’ve seen anything weird before. We have Neon…

Anyways, after Ghost was finished with him, I don’t know… sperging out, I asked Ghost with a raised eyebrow while lifting my right hoof upward a bit and tilting my head to the side just a tad, “ So you’re not upset that I left you at the train tracks then?”

Ghost then said with slight smile on his face, while the Engineer went and stood right next to him and looking like a happy tard, “Well while I’m still pissed that you let me get run over by the train, I’m happy that I found someone to play this fun game with!”

Jack then removed his sunglasses and tossed them to the side while the sound of a cat screaming occurred like it always does when you throw something to the side and don’t see where it lands, giving me a mix between a pissed off look and a curious look and asked me, “What the fuck did you do to meet this gay ass faggot?”

Ghost then spoke out loud while pointing a finger at him, while looking a bit offended towards Jack’s statement towards him, “For your information, I’m a baguette, not a poz hole.”

After Ghost had said that to him, Jack then just eyed him for a bit, that kind of eyes that asks you, “Are you fucking for real or what you lazy ass faggot?”

Or something to that level…

Anyways, Ghost then went on to ask all of us, “So what do you guys say? You want to play a few rounds of GUESS THE MINORITY?!”

And as Ghost spoke those last three words, a disembodied audience applauded and cheered, as if a mysterious forth wall of viewers were watching us and was anticipating for some new contestants for the game show for their entertainment.

With that being said, Wolf then stepped forward a bit and said to Ghost with a weird smile, almost in a sarcastic kind of a smile on his face and said to him, “Well that sounds fun and all, but us “FRIENDS” would rather get back to doing real stuff and…”

However Jack then quickly cut him off while Jack raised his head up a little bit while rubbing his chin a bit, with an odd curious look on his face, “So is there a reward for winning?”

Towards the end, Jack pointed towards Ghost, curious to see what his answer would be.

Ghost then said to Jack with a smiling face on and in a cheery mood while also pointing back to him, “Well if you’re the champion at the end of the game, then YES, you will win something BABY!”

Jack then said with a slide side smile on his face with a look of determination with a hint of sly, “Then I’m in.”

He then moved his eyes over to us as we looked back with a bit curious and said, “So what do you say, you losers in or out?”

Mac then raised his hoof with also a look of determination on his face and said, “I’m in it too! This way I will win the prize and Applejack won’t win diddly squat! Yee Haw!”

When he said the ‘yee haw’ he jumped up, closed his eyes and had a little smile on his face! I don’t know why he said that, it’s not his usual saying, but he is the farmer or southern type that would own a bunch of blacks and make them to make him some lemonade from his lemon tree farm… or apples… he could also make them make him some apple juice. Working on the farm… picking them apples…

Anyways, I then looked at both Jack and Mac real quick and gave a little shrug and said, “Fuck it, might as well join in. I’M IN!”

Wolf was then irritated by our decision as he looked to all of us and then moved his left paw in expression and said to us, “OH COME ON YOU GUYS!? Can’t you see this Jew here is trying to Jew you and scamming you!?”

We just ignored Wolf; most on the guy’s minds was the prize. Ghost never specified what the prize was, but we could only imagine and dream what it could be.

Perhaps a crown, some jewels, a new piece of fancy technology that you would then have to pay taxes on later to the IRS, so you get pissed off that you won so you go home, get your gun and your bat, head down to the IRS and then start shooting up the place, but it turns out no one is there and you find out that the IRS don’t exist at all and it was all your imagination this entire time and that we were sending our money to some crack addicted hobo named Hunter or something. So you feel like a fool, go home, wax your carrot one more time and end your life… you know that kind of prize.

Anyways, after we ignored Wolf, he looked disgruntled, and without much of a fit, he turned around, looked back at us and said quietly to himself, “I’ll be back…,” and walked away and out of sight… for now…

Ghost then had said to us after Wolf had left us, “Aright then! Well, Let’s get this game started then!”

Even though the other three didn’t give their consent, our consent was all that they needed to know that they were all in as well. So Mac, me, and Jack, in that order, walked over to the three podiums and took our places, ready to play GUESS THE MINORITY!

And the podiums on closer inspection were made of fine dark brown wood, and were tall enough for us to stick our heads over and then some.

Well, once we were all in our positions and Ghost then said to all of us while raising his left arm high in the air in excitement, “Then let’s get ready for round one!”

Ghost then looked over to the Engineer with glee and asked him, “Put the PC shot on Engineer”

The Engineer then said while holding a little grey box with a red button on it and pushing that said red button, “duuh ahhh ahh AHAHHHAAAHHAAAAAA!!”

And then the Engineer pushed the button and the board behind us changed a little bit while putting our names on the board with a number under that name, pretty much our score, and underneath that was the words in big comic sans, ‘ROUND 1: GUESS THE VOICE’ in big bold letters, in that lovely… lovely… comic sans… ha…

All at the same time, the mysterious invisible audience somewhere in the fourth wall background was clapping and cheering. And of course we had our heads turned around, looking back at the board every now and then trying to see what the score was throughout the round, sometimes with a curious or pissed off look on our faces. Anyways, Ghost started the first round of Guess the Minority.

So Ghost said to us as the magical background music and audience finally calmed down, I know… that long, and after the invisible audience gave a quick applause, waiting for the game to start, “Alright then contestants! Welcome to Round one of Guess the Minority!”

The invisible audience said that last three words in unison with Ghost as Ghost looked out into the fourth wall.

Ghost continued to explain to us, “For our first round of contestants, we have Mac Farmer!”

The fourth wall audience than gave a cheer while Mac waved a little bit to the invisible audience.

Ghost then said, “Next, we have Knight!”

The audience then from beyond the fourth wall applauded for me, but all did in response was just staring in front of me cause it was weird seeing no audience yet there was somehow, just in another plain of existence I suppose that we couldn’t reach, yet maybe we could have reached if we tried hard enough.

Next, Ghost then said, “And finally Classy Jack!”

And then the audience was applauding for him as Jack just had a mean looking grin on his face, like he was ready to beat all of us and win the grand prize of the game show.

Ghost then explained to us after the audience had died down, “In the first round, we’re going to take it easy and simple. For this round, all you have to do is guess which voice belongs to which minority. No multiple choices in this game, so you can give any answer. All you have to do is be the first one to push the button in front of you, and whoever buzzes in first gets to answer first. But if you fail to answer, the point goes to the next one who buzzes next. But if all three of you fail, then no one gets the point and we move on to the next voice. So is everyone ready?”

And in sort of unison, but not really, we all nodded our heads and gave a ‘yup’ and a ‘yeah’.

Ghost then said, “Well let’s get started then! Let’s start off easy. Play the first voice Engineer”

The Engineer pressed the red button and the first voice suddenly played from out of nowhere just like the audience. The first voice was a deep sounding voice, but with a trash kind of ghetto tone.

The voice said, “Mah Keeeeeeeeeeeds baby!”

I had a feeling which minority it was, but Ghost seemed to have been from earth or some version of earth, and I didn’t want to blow my cover on the whole human thing, so I just had some shifty eyes and kept my head low and lost the point on purpose. But then again I don’t think the guys cared and thought that I could just say the equivalent to what I was thinking. Come on, be honest here, we are all thinking of it in our heads… even you… just admit.

Anyways, Me, Mac and Jack all buzzed in at the same time and we all yelled out, “A Zebra!”

Ghost, with a little confused look on his face while scratching the top of his skull, “Ziggers? I meant Niggers… GOD DAMN IT! YOU TROLLS MADE ME SAY IT! NOUGH! NOUGH! NOUGH!”

And as he was saying ‘nough’, he was kicking his legs around and flaring his arms around while invisible cans were being kicked around.

But then after a bit of him calming down, he then said to us calmly while looking kind of cynical, “Close enough, you all get a point.”

And then we all got a point, a good way to start off the game show. Everyone wins, a metaphorical participation trophy, but it was an easy guess, let’s be honest here. And so the score on the score board behind was 1 – 1 – 1.

Ghost then yelled, “Engineer! Bring out the second voice!”

The Engineer then pushed the big red button again and the second voice played.

The second voice said in a weird, nasally, wimpy tone, but with a bit of an accent, “Hey man, I’ll wash your car for a penny. Mmmmmmm that cactus was gooooood senior…”

I then quickly pressed my button as the buzz sound came on and yelled out, “That’s got to be a Nevadan!”

Ghost then said with a little smile like a good host that he was on his face, “Ooo sorry, that was wrong. But we’ll count it as an honorable mention since you were close.”

Mac and Jack then buzzed in both at the same time; both with a little smile on their face, but both gave slightly different answers.

Mac had yelled out, “The ponies from down under!”

Jack had said along with Mac’s answer, “The Mexonies!”

And then after that, Ghost said out loud, “That’s correct!”

And then both Mac and Jack got a point and the score now was 2 – 1 – 2. Ghost then said, “Play the final voice Engineer!”

The Engineer then pressed the red button and the final voice played.

The final voice played, it was a kind of obvious as the voice said, “Bing Bong Ching Chong Motha Fuckas! Me So Horney Motha Fuckas! You Equestrian Motha Fuckas think you are smat… but we will own you motha fuckas very soon, and you’ll be taking odas from uuuussss… oh no… nooooo I ate a very bad egga roll… aaaawwwww …. Ohhhhhh…”

That last part also had some farting sounds, like the diarrhea sounds as it sounded like the voice was trying to take a shit.

But truth be told, I wasn’t fast enough to buzz in as once again, both Mac and Jack both buzzed the button in both at the same time. Jack’s answer this time was, “Japonies!”

And Mac said, with an ok look on his face, “The fuckers who tried to buy my farm!”

And then Ghost with a big smile on his face then said, “And that answer is correct! You get the point Mac! And that means you are the winner of this round!”

Mac had a big smile on his face like he was an innocent child that had won some free candy, as some confetti from somewhere rained down upon him a little, all the while the invisible audience was applauding him somewhere beyond the fourth wall. As for me and Jack, I looked towards him with a weird look on my face, but Jack looked over towards him with a pissed off look as he was trying to win the prize from the game. And the final score behind us for round one was 3 – 1 – 2.

And with that being said, Ghost then said to Mac, “This means you’ll be going to the final and third round and play the winner from Round Two for the grand prize! Congratulations Mac!”

And with that, we all moved off the podium, with Jack looking down at the ground while walking being all pissed off and shit.

And as we were walking off in the same direction that we came on to the stand, Ghost said, “Bring on the next contestants!”

And so the other three guys came on to the stage, with Neon, Arrell, and Forrest walking on to the stage and taking their places where we stood in that order, with the score resetting to 0 – 0 – 0 and the round changing to ‘Round 2: The Lightning Speed Round.’

And before Ghost announced the second round, Ghost turned around and moved his wheelchair away from Neon and the others.

And he looked to the fourth wall and looked at the audience beyond the fourth wall while holding up a microphone to his face for some reason, a little too close I might add, and said, “Before we continue with today’s game show, Guess the Minority is brought to you by today’s sponsor, Soul Shining Toothpaste.”

Ghost then proceeded to from what was also out of nowhere, grab a light green toothpaste tube that had a picture of a drawing of a little 1950’s style boy smiling with a thumbs up like it was from Fallout or something.

And he held it horizontally to the fourth wall and continued to talk, “Soul shining Toothpaste provides excellent protection against tooth decay, cavities, the aids after giving a blowjob, yes even to you homos, and many, many other diseases that don’t even exist yet. It’s that good of a toothpaste, but it is only recommended for ages 13 and up cause if little Billy gets into this for his teeth, well… he’s going implode and die a slow and painful death.”

Ghost was keeping a strong and market friendly smile throughout him advertising the toothpaste.

Ghost continued to speak, “So remember, whenever you are ever out at the Supermarket, looking for some more toothpaste cause your last toothpaste gave you aids instead of protecting you from it, look for Soul Shining Toothpaste, cause you need to keep your soul clean, and your teeth are your soul.”

Ghost then smiled and showed his big bright, a little yellow, teeth to the fourth wall and said, “Once again, Guess the Minority is brought to you by Soul Shining Toothpaste”

And as he was saying this, I was looking over at Jack with a little worried and confused look on my face and I asked Jack as he gave me an ok look on his face, “Who the hell is he talking to?”

And Jack looked towards me and just shrugged, cause Ghost was talking to no one, to fucking air… yet somehow, beyond the mythical fourth wall, he was talking to someone and we just couldn’t see it, nor could anyone see it.

Anyways, Ghost then put the toothpaste away and by throwing it to the side, along with some random cat noise as it happened, and Ghost continued to stare into the fourth wall and say, “Now a little heart to heart with you guys for a moment. Now I know it seems that we get a little raunchy and edgy on the game show here, but everyone here at Guess the Minority would like to remind you that everything that we say and do on here are all in good fun.

‘In fact I’m a melting pot of friendship that just happens to have many friends that happen to be black, WOPs, Muck Shoveling Micks, Wetbacks, Kikes, Crackers, Mexican, Towel Heads, Chinks, Indians, Red Skinned, Mexicans of the North who make fake bacon, and many more on the Diversity Rainbow. Hell, even where I live, there happens to a lot of Mexicans walking out there. So sit back, especially for you that are home, have a good laugh with us, and relax, cause we are all a melting pot of friendship as we are all on the rainbow.”

Ghost then gave a big ol’ smile and a wink with his right eye and turned his wheelchair around to head back near the second round of contestants.

MEANWHILE, ABOUT 50 FEET FROM THE SET OF GUESS THE MINOIRITY…

So while that was going on, Wolf was sitting at a nearby Café and was sitting in one of the chairs and near a table with a glass of beer in it, that was part of the outside sitting of the place.

And as he was sitting on his wooden ass, eyeing us from afar, and squinting like he was keeping an eye on us and was suspicious of us, as he was drinking and was a little bit drunk he started to speak and said in a cynical tone, “Look at those traitor mother fuckers. Every single one of my friends abandoned me. How dare they leave me like that? We were friends damn it! And it’s all because of that Ghost fuck right there, that skeleton looking hambone milky licker right over there. I don’t like that Ghost fucker over there. Only if there was a way to get my friends back. Hmmmm…”

Wolf started to make a thinking look on his face, and then after a quick few seconds of thoughts floating around in his little wooden head that was also made out of wood, he slowly started to form a little smirk on his face, an evil looking smirk almost like from the Grinch. The Jim Carry one, not the Brit Bong one, and that indicated that he had an idea form right into his little greedy mind of his.

And he said out loud to himself, “I’ve got it….”

And soon he had a bit of shifty eyes while retaining his smirk and got off his seat and walked away… without paying for the beer, that cheap wood mother fucker.

BACK TO GUESS THE MINORITY…

Ghost was just about ready to start off the next round, as he stood in front of the second round of contestants.

Ghost said to all of us and to the fourth wall audience, “So for the first one, we had Knight come out in third place at one point. Jack then came out in second place for a total of two points. And Mac, the winner from the last round came out on top with three points in total. Who is going to win this round?”

As Ghost had mentioned Jack was number two, Jack was throwing a little hissy fit as he was a little pissed for losing and not winning the prize as he said to me, “This is bullshit. Mac cheated and rigged the game!”

But no one really paid any attention to him, but once Ghost had announced that Mac was the winner, the Engineer gave a round of applause to Mac and went ‘Yaaaaaaaaaay.’

Anyways, Ghost then continued to talk and said, “This is going to be an exciting round for our new contestants. For this round, we have Neon Party!”

And then the fourth wall audience applauded a bit while Neon just stood there, staring as if he could see the audience right in front of him, and knowing him, he probably could see them and their souls maybe.

Ghost then said, “Arrell!”

The fourth wall audience then applauded once more as Arrell just smiled as he looked in direction of where the audience sound was coming from and rolling with it.

And Ghost then said, “And finally Forrest Fire!”

And then the fourth wall applauded once again. Forrest was just having his shy look on his face while still maintaining a smile and waving a bit.

Ghost continued to say, “And they are going into the Lightning Speed Round! All three of them will have to answer which minority it is from just three words that I say within three seconds. And we’re going to be moving a little quick on this one, so I hope you can all keep up!”

Neon then blurted out, “Let’s burn them all!”

Ghost then said with a bit of enthusiasm in his tone, “That’s what I like to hear from the contestants! LET’S SPREAD IT AROUND LIKE WILDFIRE! WOOOOOOO! Let’s get this round started shall we…”

And so the next round began, and no one knew who was going to win this one so it was a little intense.

Ghost then yelled out to the Engineer, “Go ahead Engineer and put the PC Shot on!”

And so the Engineer then said, “Ahhhhhh ahhh ahhh ahhhh!”

And then he pressed the red button to let the voice clips go for three seconds each and to start the speed round.

The first voice came up and it said, “Fried Chicken Baby!”

Neon then buzzed in quickly blurted out, “A Papa bear bigfoot!”

Then he got the wrong buzz sound in which case Arrell buzzed in all with a smile, just like Neon, and Forrest too I guess, and said, “A Zebra… I think…”

Arrell seemed a little uncertain with his answer, as it reflected it on his face when he said the last two words.

But once Ghost said, “Correct,” Arrell’s face turned back into a happy one while Neon didn’t change at all… never ever ever never ever…

Anyways, the score was 0 – 1 – 0 and the next voice automatically played and the voice said, “Yeah, Yeah, Yeah…”

Forrest then buzzed in with three seconds to go and said with a hopeful smile that he would get this one right, “Is it a Zebra?”

But then Ghost said to him, “Wrong.”

And Forrest then immediately had a disappointing look on his face, as he was hoping that he had gotten it right, but he was not too far off as Arrell then buzzed in with his answer and blurted out while raising his left hoof up in the air, “a Tyrone!”

Ghost then said to him “Correct!” as Arrell had a smile throughout. The score that was also on the board behind them was now 0 – 2 – 0.

The next voice then played and it said, “Allah Ack Bar!”

Neon then just blurted out, not even buzzing in so he wouldn’t get the point to begin with even if he was right, but he blurted out anyways, “A bomb that’s on a bus going at forty five miles per hour in Sans Chicago Land that kills three hundred piggies!”

But of course he got it wrong with the wrong answer sound in the background… from somewhere… and Arrell buzzed in and said, “The Muzzies!”

Ghost then told him while giving him a thumbs up, “Correct!”

The score now was 0 – 3 – 0, starting to get a bit intense, but was still anyone’s game.

The next voice played and it said, “Shit it down!”

Forrest then buzzed in with his answer and said with still a hopeful smile on his face, hoping that he could win still, while pointing towards Ghost a little bit with his right hoof at him, “Is it a Griffon?”

Ghost then said while shaking his head, “Nope, sorry, incorrect!”

Arrell then buzzed in quickly before the time was up, but with still a smile, although it quickly turned into an uncertain look on his face while answering, “I’m not sure, but I think it’s called a Jew? A Jewony or something like that?”

Ghost then said while Arrell got the correct sound somewhere in the background, “Correct! Either answer that you have said would have worked. We would have also accepted Sheckle Goblin.”

Forrest had a sad look on his face, he was hoping to win this game, maybe even win the grand prize for his papa or something. The score now on the board was 0 – 4 – 0.

The next voice that played said… well it wasn’t a voice. All it was just the sounds of the ovens… for three seconds… it sounded like it was at four hundred and fifty degree Fahrenheit too.

Anyways, Neon blurted out, not even buzzing in like the others did, “I’ll take Musical Remixes for 333. What is One Fish, Two Fish, I’m Jewish!?”

Obviously not the right answer, and Ghost said in response to Neon as he got the wrong answer sound in the background, “Uhhh.. wrong and uhhhhh… wrong game show…”

Arrell then buzzed in and said, with an uncertain look on his face as this one stomped him as he said while rubbing his head with his left hoof, “Uhhhh… I might be wrong on this one, but the Natives?”

Ghost then said to him while the approval sound was played, “Close enough, we’ll take it! This is a double answer question with two different answers. We were specifically looking for either Jews, or the other two alternatives to Jews, or Indian. Or if you were sensitive, Native American.”

Forrest then blurted out, “I thought it was the Buffalos?”

Ghost then said, “I guess that could have worked too, a bit muh cob, but acceptable. Next one!”

The score now was 0 – 5 – 0.

The next voice played and this time it was an actual voice and it said, “Me so Horny!”

And this time both Arrell and Forrest buzzed in as they were leaning forward and quick to do so.

And so, without wasting a micro second, Forrest raised his right hoof forward and yelled out in a hurry fashion, “A pony from Japony!”

Arrell, while looking a bit frantic and pointing over towards Forest while still remaining eye contact with Ghost, “Yeah! What he said!”

And once they had given their answers, Ghost said, “You both are correct! We would have also accepted Little Yellow People or Rice Eaters.”

And once the correct sound went off, both Arrell and Forrest had smiles on their faces, specifically Forrest as this was his first point. A smile returned to his face and in his eyes looked like he had hope, and perhaps there was a chance that he could win this game and be in the finals. The dreams and possibilities were endless to him, all he had to do was fly. But that was all about to be crushed as the final round, although not announced, was coming up. The score now was 0 – 6 – 1.

The final voice said “Milk is good” in such a low tone, in a deep male voice.

And so Neon once again blurted out while pointing to Ghost with his left hoof, “You!”

Ghost then said, “Uhhh… can you be more specific?”

Neon then said, “The Red M logo smells my ass everyday! We’re all going to die and be resurrected into the plain of non-existence!”

Ghost then said to Neon, “Uhhhhh… ok… Arrell, you want to take the point?”

Arrell, without having to buzz in cause Ghost said so, all the while he was leaning on the podium with his right pony shoulder while waving his left hoof around, while rolling his eyes and then eventually looking to Ghost towards the end of his answer, said, “This one sounds tough but uhhhh… a skeleton? Are they even a race?”

Ghost then yelled out with a smile while jumping his wheelchair up and down a bit and having his eyes closed, “And that is correct! Arrell is the winner of Round Two!”

Ghost then stopped hoping up and down and his smile went away and turned into a sour look on his face as he looked offended as to what Arrell said and said to him, “And for your information, Skeletons are a race… you racist.”

But Ghost returned to his smile once again after that quick little buzzkill and said, “But you are the winner of Round Two, with a final score of 7 , a new record I believe. You crushed the competition Arrell, all with a perfect score! You must know your minorities huh?”

And once Ghost announced the winner for round two, confetti rained on Arrell just like Mac and the audience was applauding from beyond the fourth wall.

Arrell then said while somewhat nervously, but in a happy, good kind of way, like he was kind of shy to talk and barely looking at Ghost with a little nervous smile on his face and brushing the front of his mane a bit, “What can I say? I know my animals…”

The final score was 0 – 7 – 1.

Also something I noticed while looking back at this, he didn’t have his white hat on with him. In fact he had his white hat on and off throughout the times that I’ve spent with him, weird… kind of forgot that he has one but he didn’t have it on this time around… huh… then again he doesn’t look as good as me with my hat on. It’s a sexy black hat, the special kind of hat… yeah… I’m a good looking piece of ass with my hat on. Anyways, after that statement from Arrell, the second round was over and Arrell was the winner.

And Ghost had then said to the fourth wall audience all with a smile, “The winner of this round was Arrell at seven points! Forrest won only one point, while Neon won zero points! Stay where you are at folks, cause we’re going into the finals, and it’s going to be a zinger!”

MEANWHILE, BEHIND THE SCORE BOARD ON THE SET OF GUESS THE MINOIRTY…

As all of that stuff of Arrell winning the second round and shit like that, Wolf was keeping extra quiet as he was tip toeing around near the back of the score board, which was kind of out in the open but we never noticed, and having an evil look on his face while carrying a bag of various tools that he may or may not have stolen from some other pony’s tool shed or some shit like that.

His facial features could tell you that he had an evil plot in his mind and he was about to execute that evil plot. As he was tip toeing on his wooden claw toe things, he poked out his head a little bit, to sort of take a peek to see just to make sure we didn’t notice him, and we really didn’t. Not because we wanted to do, but because we couldn’t care. And after he was done, he put his head back behind the score board and then looked over to his right, or left… from what I’m seeing it’s my right, but from his perspective his left. Whatever, from his right, there was someone there with him, trying to help him with the little scheme of his.

He said to the mysterious one, “Oh my friends will rue the day when they thought they could ignore me like that and brush me off, like my opinion doesn’t matter at all. But just like some bullied kid at a school, I’m taking out the big guns. I’m going to crash the screen on top of them, which will them disrupt the game show. And since the hambone is in a wheelchair, he won’t be able to help the guys from under the board. But I’ll be there to help out, and once I save them from sudden DEATH… they’ll thank me and will listen to what I have to say from now on. I’LL BE A GOD TO THEM! And it’ll be thanks to you with your help… Engineer…”

So the mysterious one that was with Wolf was the Engineer as he somehow skipped on the show behind Ghost’s back. But he was just standing there like he usually does with his arms kind of limping around, and having the same goofy smile on his face from like before.

Anyways, Wolf continued to speak to the Engineer and said to him, “I’m glad to have a defector from that Ghost prick from over there.”

He had said that while pointing towards the other side of the score board. And with that, the Engineer responded with, “Yaaaaaaaaaay!” while raising both his arms up and cheering a bit.

Wolf then said to him, “That’s right! You’re the real host, the real talent unlike that scuffed douchebag over there.”

Wolf was saying it all with a smug smirk on his face. The Engineer then said out loud, “Ahhhhh… Fuck him! Aaaahhh ahhhh!”

Wolf then put his right wooden paw into the tool bag and grabbed a bottle of booze and said while popping off the top with his mouth, “I’ll drink to that!”

And then Wolf started drinking like there was no tomorrow.

BACK TO THE GUESS THE MINOIRTY SET…

And so back to what was happening on the other side of the score board. Neon and Forrest were already off the stage and with the rest of us losers. Jack was still pissed off, Neon still had his creepy smile, and Forrest was hanging his head low because he had his hopes up a little high, but he was a silver lining kind of guy you know.

He was still happy that he got himself a point, but it was still disappointing to him. And as we were all lined up, pony shoulder to pony shoulder, we were all looking at the final two contestants, Arrell and Mac in that order up on stage. The middle podium was taken off the stage with the other to left and right podiums remaining up the on stage. On the score board, it only had Arrell and Mac’s names on it with their score being reset to zero. And beneath that was ‘Round 3: The Final round’ at the bottom of the board.

And as Arrell and Mac, both with smiles on their faces, took their positions on stage, Ghost rolled on in with his wheelchair with a smile as well and a mic in his right hand and parked his wheelchair in place like the previous two rounds.

From there, he looked at the audience from beyond the fourth wall and said, “And welcome back, to… the final round of GUESS THE MINOIRTY! We have our final two contestants, a battle of the winners from the last two rounds. The winner from round one, Mac Farmer!”

And then the audience from the fourth wall applauded for him as Mac waved both left and right, even though no one was there.

And then Ghost said, “And the winner from round two, Arrell!”

Arrell did pretty much the same thing, but just giving a single wave to the invisible audience and giving a little sly, charming smile.

And once the audience was done, Ghost then said, “So only one wins from this round, and the other one loses. Who will it be? We shall see… So for your final round, you will have only one question. And trust me, it’s a toughie. And it’s a riddle too. So cause of the nature of the question, you will have sixty seconds to think of your answer. And whoever buzzes in first ad gives the correct answer gets the point and wins! Are you two ready?”

Both were nodding their heads, with Mac having an interested look on his face while leaning forward on the podium and Arrell was just smiling and nodding like he was confident he was going to win. So with a few seconds of brief silence, as the tension was rising on in the air, Ghost then gave them their riddle to solve.

Ghost said to the both of them, “Alright then. Niggle me this Batman, what is thirteen and fifty both at the same time? Your sixty seconds starts… now…”

And then a clock somewhere was ticking down and you could hear the ticking sounds that was kind of loud. And as the clock was running, both Arrell and Mac were rolling their eyes, trying to figure out the answer. Arrell was rubbing his head while Mac was scratching his head with his tongue out a little. All the while, the Engineer was back in his old position, looking at Wolf who was sort of peeking out on the side of the score board, while he was drinking and working on sabotaging at the same time.

While he was holding his head back to jug the booze, he was using a hammer, hammering away at the back of the score board. Not sure if he knew that wouldn’t do anything… but he was doing something at least. But the Engineer saw this, gave him a thumbs up, while Wolf kind of saw it by the side of his eyes and did the same with his wooden paws with the one paw that had the hammer in it. And so the seconds kept ticking away, just as time does well.

And eventually, the sixty seconds were up and Ghost said, “Time’s up. Your answer?”

Arrell then quickly buzzed in before Mac could and then said, “Uhhhh… uhhhh..”

Ghost then said to Arrell, “Your answer Arrell?”

Arrell, looking a tad bit nervous then said, “Uhhh… is it Hippogriffs?”

He then gave a little nervous smile, not sure if it was the right one.

Ghost then gave a little second or two for tension, but then said to him outright, “Ooooo sorry, but that is not the answer that we were looking for. The question goes over to Mac; you can steal the point if you get this right and win!!!”

Arrell then looked like he was pissed off like Jack, but a little less obvious than Jack had made it out to be. Like he was kind of pissed, yet not really based on the look on his face.

Mac then said while leaning forward and waving his right forearm up and down constantly and yelled out his answer with an ok face on but with wide eyes, “Ziggers!”

And then Ghost looked down for effect and then said with a serious face for a few seconds, “I’m sorry Mac…. But that is CORRECT!”

He said that last half with joy and enthusiasm and a big ol’ smile on his face.

And then a little bit after that, he butted in a little comment, “I would have also taken Puerto Rican cause why the hell not, BUT YOU ARE THE WINNER MAC FARMER!”

And with that being said, the audience from beyond the fourth wall was applauding and cheering for Mac as a rain of confetti was raining down on Mac as he got out from behind the podium and up on his two back legs and was celebrating, all the while Arrell still looked a little pissed, but gave a weird look to Mac as to what he was doing.

Rewind it a few seconds right before Mac gave the right answer, Wolf was pounding away at the scoreboard, but as he was pounding away carelessly, he accidently hit a wire kind of hard, and since his hammer was made of full metal, he accidently electrocuted himself, but at the same time, at the right second as Mac got the right answer, he triggered the “You’re Winner” sign on the score board along with a poorly 3D rendered golden trophy on the screen.

After Mac had won, the Engineer then clapped and cheered for Mac as he said, “Yaaaaaay!”

All the meanwhile also from somewhere beyond the fourth wall, a big band was playing in the honor of the winner Mac Farmer, congratulating him. All the while, Mac had a surprised look on his face and he had looked happiest that he could be.

And as Mac was celebrating, Ghost rolled up to Mac in his wheelchair with a warm smile and told him, “Congratulations Mac Farmer. You are Guess the Minority’s winner today! And you also win the grand prize!”

Mac looked down at Ghost and asked, “Ob boy! What did I win?”

Ghost then said to Mac with a smile, “You win the grand prize of… TWO BITS!”

Mac then said with cheer and glee, “Oh boy! Two whole bits!? I’M RICH BABY! YEAH!”

He had jumped up when he had said that and raised his left forearm up in the air while having his eyes closed in excitement.

Mac then jumped on the ground on all four, with a tear of joy in his eyes and looking at all the fourth wall audience and said, “I would like to thank my friends for believing in me. I would like to thank the beers that I drink sometimes to get drunk and beat up my little brother that helped me educate myself. And uhhh… FUCK APPLEJACK, I’M BETTER THAN HER! YEAH… I WON! I would also like to thank the academy and…”

As Mac was giving his self gratification acceptance speech, I looked over to Jack who looked like he was calmed down from loosing while raising one eyebrow on my face and said to him, “Two bits? What a fucking Jew.”

As soon as Mac was done giving his little speech, the Engineer walked right up to Mac and handed him a little cheap, made in china, plastic trophy that read, “You win Big!” at the base of the trophy.

And as Mac was holding it with both hooves and showing it off to the fourth wall audience, Wolf was walking out dazed and confused as you could tell he was burnt a little bit from the accidental exposed electric wire, out front of stage. And as he was, he was moaning and groaning, and tried to walk to me I think, but before he could make it to Mac, he collapsed to the left of him.

And then Ghost rolled up right next to Wolf’s collapsed body, and said while doing a wheelie in his wheelchair, “Wooooooo! I love this game baby!”

And that was it, but we would see Ghost later on of course for many, many, many times and little adventures and shit like that… The End… for now…

GHOST WILL BE BACK…