Date: June 1, 1961
Location: Cheyenne, Wyoming
Time: 9:16 AM
Railroad: Union Pacific
Smoky Joe: *Driving the train at 60* (When does the speed decrease? I want to crash the train.)
Stylo: Okay, we're gonna be heading up Sherman colina anytime soon.
Smoky Joe: What is the speed there?
Stylo: 50.
Smoky Joe: I have to tell you something.
Stylo: What is it?
Smoky Joe: I'm not slowing down. I'm going to make the train crash on purpose, because you made me stop in the train yard.
Stylo: You were going too fast.
Smoky Joe: I was going the right speed. Now I'm going to fuck things up.
Stylo: *Applying the brakes*
Smoky Joe: *Takes the brakes off, and makes the train get back up to 60*
Stylo: You know? I never met anyone as stupid as you.
Smoky Joe: Well good luck trying to make the train slow down in time. I'm out of here. *Flies out of the train*
Stylo: *Sees the turn up ahead, and applies the brakes* Just gotta get it under 50.
The train slowed down to 49, and Stylo continued driving the train to Laramie.
Smoky Joe: Hahaha. *Turns around, and sees the train* Oh shit. I have to go back, and try to make the train crash again.
Pete: *Arrives in a truck being driven por Hawkeye* Joe!
Hawkeye: *Stops the truck*
Smoky Joe: *Lands in front of the truck* My full name is Smok-
Pete: Does it look like I give a fuck?
Smoky Joe: Yes.
Pete: Hawkeye told me that you, and Stylo were driving a freight train to Laramie, and we decided to take the precaution of following you.
Smoky Joe: Shit.
Pete: We don't allow show offs like you on this railroad. You're fired.
Smoky Joe: Whatever. I will get back at you. *Flies away*
Hawkeye: I wonder what he has going on in that mind of his.
Pete: Idiocracy, just like Gordon.
Hawkeye: It's a good thing we won't have to put up with him anymore.
The End
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Location: Cheyenne, Wyoming
Time: 9:16 AM
Railroad: Union Pacific
Smoky Joe: *Driving the train at 60* (When does the speed decrease? I want to crash the train.)
Stylo: Okay, we're gonna be heading up Sherman colina anytime soon.
Smoky Joe: What is the speed there?
Stylo: 50.
Smoky Joe: I have to tell you something.
Stylo: What is it?
Smoky Joe: I'm not slowing down. I'm going to make the train crash on purpose, because you made me stop in the train yard.
Stylo: You were going too fast.
Smoky Joe: I was going the right speed. Now I'm going to fuck things up.
Stylo: *Applying the brakes*
Smoky Joe: *Takes the brakes off, and makes the train get back up to 60*
Stylo: You know? I never met anyone as stupid as you.
Smoky Joe: Well good luck trying to make the train slow down in time. I'm out of here. *Flies out of the train*
Stylo: *Sees the turn up ahead, and applies the brakes* Just gotta get it under 50.
The train slowed down to 49, and Stylo continued driving the train to Laramie.
Smoky Joe: Hahaha. *Turns around, and sees the train* Oh shit. I have to go back, and try to make the train crash again.
Pete: *Arrives in a truck being driven por Hawkeye* Joe!
Hawkeye: *Stops the truck*
Smoky Joe: *Lands in front of the truck* My full name is Smok-
Pete: Does it look like I give a fuck?
Smoky Joe: Yes.
Pete: Hawkeye told me that you, and Stylo were driving a freight train to Laramie, and we decided to take the precaution of following you.
Smoky Joe: Shit.
Pete: We don't allow show offs like you on this railroad. You're fired.
Smoky Joe: Whatever. I will get back at you. *Flies away*
Hawkeye: I wonder what he has going on in that mind of his.
Pete: Idiocracy, just like Gordon.
Hawkeye: It's a good thing we won't have to put up with him anymore.
The End
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LATER:
Airbourne: And that's why you should let my client go..
Judge : Please sir your client Master Sword has been caught robbing a blank with a stolen police car... And all you did was show up, sit down, and say "that's why you should let him go"..
Airbourne: ...... I'll give you twenty bucks.
Judge: DONE! (pounds hammer).
LATER AGAIN:
Master Sword: See, told you my friend will get us out.
Saten: I guess... He creeps me out though.. He kept asking for an dirty picture of Twilight..
Master Sword: Oh yeah. Same way I have one for your Derpy
Saten: (angrily) WHAT!?
Master Sword: Yeah, have it over my wall-
Saten: (punches Sword in the face).
Master Sword: (holding his bloody nose) still worth it!
That's all I got, so end of episode.
Airbourne: And that's why you should let my client go..
Judge : Please sir your client Master Sword has been caught robbing a blank with a stolen police car... And all you did was show up, sit down, and say "that's why you should let him go"..
Airbourne: ...... I'll give you twenty bucks.
Judge: DONE! (pounds hammer).
LATER AGAIN:
Master Sword: See, told you my friend will get us out.
Saten: I guess... He creeps me out though.. He kept asking for an dirty picture of Twilight..
Master Sword: Oh yeah. Same way I have one for your Derpy
Saten: (angrily) WHAT!?
Master Sword: Yeah, have it over my wall-
Saten: (punches Sword in the face).
Master Sword: (holding his bloody nose) still worth it!
That's all I got, so end of episode.
Pinkamena: (winds up in a dark cave, gloating to herself about never having been caught).
Unfortunately for her, Shining Armor, wanting revenge for poor Twilight, and all the other victims (but mostly Twilight), followed her.
Without warning, Shining Armor began beating the living crap out of her.
Shining Armor: (suddenly stops after punching her face for a full 20 minutes) Wait! Wait! One mais soco will kill you!.. And I won't kill you.
Pinkamena: (nearly dead but somehow still smiling) That somehow means I win!.. I kill.. Go to jail.. Break out.. Kill again!.. Instand revers-
Shining Armor: (annoyed) yes, yes. It's an endless cycle.. But I sore to let the court do their work.. What to do.. (thinking) Hmmmmmm.
To be containued