A fight breaks out over a disputed burger.
Equestria Invading
Chapter 9
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nohardfeelings
"Hey, that's my burger."
The slightly raised voice ran out like a siren in the restaurant, the three humans (and a fair share of the ponies as well), turning to the source of the sound.
"Come on." said the speaker, a rather stout unicorn with a badly overstretched suit on. "That was mine."
"Oh, it's mine!" said the mare he was speaking too, a green pegasus with a hoodie. "I paid for this with my good money, so I'm going to--"
"That was clearly mine!" said the unicorn, grabbing the wrapper with one outstretched hand. "You guys saw me bring it over, didn't you?"
As a few voices rang out in the affirmative or negative (and as almost every single pair of eyes in the place turned to the two), the pegasus began to unwrap the hayburger and began to take a bite.
"STOP THAT." the unicorn said, using his magi to pull away the burger. "That's mine. Just go up and buy your own, all right?"
"That was MINE, you dirty thief!" the pegasus said, her chubby face curling into a snarl. "Now give it over, or I'll punch your at face in!"
"Now that's uncalled for, you stupid mare!" the unicorn said, tearing the wrapper and, as the pegasus began to howl out in rage, took a single bite of the outstretched burger.
And then, just like that, the whole restaurant went off like a timebomb.
Like a pack of angry bears trapped inside a phone booth, the ponies began a furious, furious fight throughout the place, punching and kicking and slapping and mangling and slamming and insulting and cursing and biting one another in a mad rush, all fighting over the various bits of fast food now lying around.
With all sense of decorum or sanity long gone, the ponies attacked each other with abandon, only pausing from pounding each other senseless to grab at whatever hyburgers and faries and whatnot were still left. Soon, there wasn't a pony in the place that didn't have at least one black yee or chipped tooth, and te resturant now looked even more dillapidated and broken down hanbefore, if hat were en possible.
"What do we do?" Ian said, staring at the pastel colored carnage with his mouth gaping.
"We run, of course." Alissa said.
The slightly raised voice ran out like a siren in the restaurant, the three humans (and a fair share of the ponies as well), turning to the source of the sound.
"Come on." said the speaker, a rather stout unicorn with a badly overstretched suit on. "That was mine."
"Oh, it's mine!" said the mare he was speaking too, a green pegasus with a hoodie. "I paid for this with my good money, so I'm going to--"
"That was clearly mine!" said the unicorn, grabbing the wrapper with one outstretched hand. "You guys saw me bring it over, didn't you?"
As a few voices rang out in the affirmative or negative (and as almost every single pair of eyes in the place turned to the two), the pegasus began to unwrap the hayburger and began to take a bite.
"STOP THAT." the unicorn said, using his magi to pull away the burger. "That's mine. Just go up and buy your own, all right?"
"That was MINE, you dirty thief!" the pegasus said, her chubby face curling into a snarl. "Now give it over, or I'll punch your at face in!"
"Now that's uncalled for, you stupid mare!" the unicorn said, tearing the wrapper and, as the pegasus began to howl out in rage, took a single bite of the outstretched burger.
And then, just like that, the whole restaurant went off like a timebomb.
Like a pack of angry bears trapped inside a phone booth, the ponies began a furious, furious fight throughout the place, punching and kicking and slapping and mangling and slamming and insulting and cursing and biting one another in a mad rush, all fighting over the various bits of fast food now lying around.
With all sense of decorum or sanity long gone, the ponies attacked each other with abandon, only pausing from pounding each other senseless to grab at whatever hyburgers and faries and whatnot were still left. Soon, there wasn't a pony in the place that didn't have at least one black yee or chipped tooth, and te resturant now looked even more dillapidated and broken down hanbefore, if hat were en possible.
"What do we do?" Ian said, staring at the pastel colored carnage with his mouth gaping.
"We run, of course." Alissa said.
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