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 Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2015 9:33 pm
 Saturday morning, 10am. Phonyland Supermarket. It wouldn’t surprise anyone who knew Shrill X to discover that she was hungover. However they would be astonished to see her out of her house before 2pm when normally she would still be sleeping it off at home. Unfortunately Shrill X had agreed to help her sister with some sort of project (she hadn’t really been paying attention) at 11am and upon waking to prepare herself for the ordeal, had realized she was completely out of all the grease-trap foods she usually stuffed down her throat as a hangover remedy. So she was at the supermarket and had been staring blankly at the corn chips for the past five minutes, probably blocking the way for anyone else trying to get at them.
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2015 4:43 pm
"Move aside! Boss comin' through!" came a call from a high-speed cart zipping down isle after isle like some sort of crazy obstacle course. "Get outta' the way! Scram! You, beat it! What're you starin' at? Get!"
Louder and louder it got, closer and closer to Shrill and her corn chips, until the obnoxiously loud yells were nearly blaring in the white phony's ear.
"Hey, lady, didn' you hear what I said? Lady? LADY!!"
CRASH!!
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 7:51 pm
The world was on mute. All that mattered were the corn chips. Brilliant orange triangles in their shiny red packaging, telling her their many secrets to getting rid of the worst headache ever and – CRASH!! Her world turned to white hot pain and it took her a long minute to regain her senses. Shrill X groaned and stared up at the ceiling, blinking painfully at the florescent lights that wanted to needle into her brain. She sat up, nearly fell over again and slowly took stock of the damage. There were corn chips on the floor, a cart which she presumed was the source of the huge ache in her side and a young Phony. So not the sudden apocalypse like she’d first expected. Somewhere past the haze, her temper began to stir.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 3:48 am
Groaning from his own injuries from the impact, Boss tried to get his bearings from inside the toppled cart, two of its upturned wheels still spinning uselessly in the air. One of them squeaked with the high pitch, volume, and obnoxiousness, repetitive rhythm of some absurd ambulance siren as it was amplified in the colt's throbbing head.
As he shook himself back into a semi-normal state of mind, the little phony's groans gradually escalated into irritated grumbling and then angry growls. His jade green eyes fixed blearily on his target as she came into focus and he opened his mouth. "Now look at this mess you made! I told you t' move aside! Everyone else managed to do it, so why couldn' you?" he demanded. "This is all your fault! What are you, daft?! Slow? Deaf? All o' the above?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 11:24 pm
There was a fairly long window of opportunity in which Shrill X just sat there, uncomprehending and still putting the pieces together as if it was a 10,000 piece puzzle and she was drunk on tequila shots. This was the exact opportunity in which someone would be wise to make a quick escape before she really caught on to what had just happened. But Boss didn't know that and Boss was about to learn his lesson. He opened his mouth and her gaze finally focused on him like a heat seeking missile. Irregardless of the fact that his little stunt was exactly the sort of thing she would have done as a foal (and probably as an adult as well), being bowled over by a cart while hungover was not going to be overlooked. It was going to be dealt with, severely. "Shut! Up!" Shrill X gave each word the sharp weight it deserved as she rose on wobbly legs to loom over the dark colt. "You little s**t," she hissed. "My fault, is it? Yeah, well, it’s really gonna be my fault when I tie you up, stick you in that cart and push it into the lagoon."
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2015 12:03 am
Caught off-guard by the mare's gaze, Boss was stunned into silence for a moment.
But only a moment.
"Make me!" he spat back, heedless of the danger he was putting himself in. Even if he'd been aware, his big mouth would have likely been quicker to react than his brain anyway. He picked himself up and distanced himself from the wreckage of the cart to check for injuries. It was then that he noticed the shadow suddenly looming over him as his eyes widened and his ears fell back against his skull in fright.
Against his better judgement, his mouth opened yet again. "Ha! As if you could! You can hardly walk!" Even as he was making his retort, the colt began to inch toward the nearest end of the aisle.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2015 12:53 am
Her mind swung off balance again and while it recovered Shrill X imagined dragging the big mouthed colt down the freezer aisle and shoving a bag of frozen peas in there to shut him up. It lifted her lips into a nasty smile. She snapped back to find her prey slowly inching his way to safety but there was no safety from Shrill’s wrath. He was already dead. Without screaming her intentions like some B-Grade movie villain, she went straight for the grab, planning on taking him into an arm lock and doing something both of them would regret later on. But he was right, she really could hardly walk and her aim was probably a little bit off.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2016 10:21 am
The smile that appeared across the mare's face chilled Boss Skill to his very bones. He had no idea what she was going to do, but she had a wild look to her that didn't fill him with confidence.
"AHH!" He yelped when she made a grab for him, attempting to dart out of the way. However, he didn't see the corn chips on the floor and jumped at the unexpected crunch underhoof, causing him to step backward and slip on the chip bag. He fell face-first, his chin hitting the ground hard, and groaned.
"Oww..."
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