The workers escape safely, for now...
Equestria Invading
Chapter 15
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nohardfeelings
"We're screwed, aren't we?" Ian said, staring out the window. "We were doomed from the start. We never had a chance, did we?"
"Shut up!" Alissa said, straight down the road. "Just shut up!"
"So what?" Ian said. "Those assholes are just going to keep coming! We're screwed, man! We really are! We really--"
As Horace proceeded to clamp Ian's jaw shut with his bare hands, Alissa continued to drive down the highway at increasingly ludicrous speed, even as the three cars right behind them got closer and closer and closer. Soon, the red stallion's car was right behind theirs, and Alissa could see him in the rear view window, his face now smiling gently at her.
"No, no, no...." Alissa said, pushing the petal harder and harder. "Not yet, not yet, not yet..."
The pickup truck drove just alongside the three's car, with the red stallion right alongside them.
"Turn over!" the red stallion yelled. "Come on, then, you don't want to be in a wreck, do you?"
Alissa looked over at the red stallion, who was smiling at her so gently, so calmly, that it looked like the most utterly smug expression a face could make. Which, much to the surprise of everyone there (included Alissa herself), caused her to swear at the red stallion a few times, flip him off--and the proceed to slam her car into the side of the pickup truck.
With this final indignation placed upon it, the pickup truck finally succumbed to the laws of physics, the frame coming in on itself and breaking down. As the red stallion proceeded to try to escape form inside it (which was, to say the least impossible), the pickup truck proceeded to come to a complete stop in the middle of the highway, reduced to a crumbled pile of junk--just in time, in fact, for the two other vehicles to run straight into it.
As the wreckage behind them fell into the distance (and the ponies located within attempted to free themselves, locate their comrades, an maybe find a new way of getting their hands on hayburgers), the three former fast food workers looked at each other.
"To the headquarters, then?" Horace said.
"To the headquarters." said Alissa. "Can you check the glovebox to see what tunes they have?"
"Shut up!" Alissa said, straight down the road. "Just shut up!"
"So what?" Ian said. "Those assholes are just going to keep coming! We're screwed, man! We really are! We really--"
As Horace proceeded to clamp Ian's jaw shut with his bare hands, Alissa continued to drive down the highway at increasingly ludicrous speed, even as the three cars right behind them got closer and closer and closer. Soon, the red stallion's car was right behind theirs, and Alissa could see him in the rear view window, his face now smiling gently at her.
"No, no, no...." Alissa said, pushing the petal harder and harder. "Not yet, not yet, not yet..."
The pickup truck drove just alongside the three's car, with the red stallion right alongside them.
"Turn over!" the red stallion yelled. "Come on, then, you don't want to be in a wreck, do you?"
Alissa looked over at the red stallion, who was smiling at her so gently, so calmly, that it looked like the most utterly smug expression a face could make. Which, much to the surprise of everyone there (included Alissa herself), caused her to swear at the red stallion a few times, flip him off--and the proceed to slam her car into the side of the pickup truck.
With this final indignation placed upon it, the pickup truck finally succumbed to the laws of physics, the frame coming in on itself and breaking down. As the red stallion proceeded to try to escape form inside it (which was, to say the least impossible), the pickup truck proceeded to come to a complete stop in the middle of the highway, reduced to a crumbled pile of junk--just in time, in fact, for the two other vehicles to run straight into it.
As the wreckage behind them fell into the distance (and the ponies located within attempted to free themselves, locate their comrades, an maybe find a new way of getting their hands on hayburgers), the three former fast food workers looked at each other.
"To the headquarters, then?" Horace said.
"To the headquarters." said Alissa. "Can you check the glovebox to see what tunes they have?"
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April 19
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