Song: link
Jerry is now the narrator
Narrator: 1982 was definitely a rocky año for us. It was off to a good start, but when Harlan joined us in February, things started to go downhill. Vito even had a few other pistolas stashed in other spots in case one of our family members found us, and tried to get us back into the life of crime. I even considered moving out of the state, and into the east coast of Equestria, but every town I suggested was recently taken over por our family. Not only were we having problems avoiding the family, and MS13, but we lost our jobs at the winery, and we were getting paid less money working at a nearby general store. I sold off my Subaru to get a cheaper car, and tried to get Vito to do the same thing. He was very hesitant at first, not wanting to give up his Buick, but he cracked, and we both got AMC's. I went for the Pacer, and Vito got a Matador. Several months later in September, everything seemed to be okay.
The song fades away as we get to our siguiente scene.
Jerry: *Walks outside of the house*
Vito: *Following Jerry* We gotta take my car.
Jerry: Why?
Vito: It's más reliable. Didn't tu hear that the Pacer's engine is shit?
Jerry: Okay, so it's a V6.
Vito: A poorly designed V6.
Jerry: What about your car? It's also an AMC.
Vito: Let me mostrar tu something.
Both stallions walked towards Vito's Matador.
Vito: *Opens the hood*
Jerry: A Buick engine?
Vito: Swapped it from a '56 Special for más horsepower. The engine's been rebuilt, and should last over 200,000 miles.
Jerry: tu son of a bitch.
Vito: Hurry up, we're going to be late. *Gets in the car, and starts the engine*
Jerry: I'm taking my car.
Vito: Suit yourself. *Peels out*
Jerry: *Gets into his Pacer* más reliable my ass. *Turns the key, but the engine doesn't start. It then spontaneously combusts* What?!?! *Runs out of the car*
Half an hora later at the General store, a song was playing as everyone was having a good time: link
Vito: *Placing snacks on a shelf*
Manager: *Walking towards Vito* Hey, where's your brother?
Vito: 3. 2. 1.
Jerry: *Arrives, his face covered in soot from the fire*
Manager: Mr. Costanza, what the hell happened to you?
Jerry: Don't ask.
Vito: If I may sir, he tried to prove that his Pacer is better, *Clears throat* I'm sorry, was better than my Matador.
Manager: You're a fucking idiot Jerry. Clock in then get to work. We need más soda at aisle 5.
Jerry: Right away sir. *Walks away to clock in*
2 B Continued
Jerry is now the narrator
Narrator: 1982 was definitely a rocky año for us. It was off to a good start, but when Harlan joined us in February, things started to go downhill. Vito even had a few other pistolas stashed in other spots in case one of our family members found us, and tried to get us back into the life of crime. I even considered moving out of the state, and into the east coast of Equestria, but every town I suggested was recently taken over por our family. Not only were we having problems avoiding the family, and MS13, but we lost our jobs at the winery, and we were getting paid less money working at a nearby general store. I sold off my Subaru to get a cheaper car, and tried to get Vito to do the same thing. He was very hesitant at first, not wanting to give up his Buick, but he cracked, and we both got AMC's. I went for the Pacer, and Vito got a Matador. Several months later in September, everything seemed to be okay.
The song fades away as we get to our siguiente scene.
Jerry: *Walks outside of the house*
Vito: *Following Jerry* We gotta take my car.
Jerry: Why?
Vito: It's más reliable. Didn't tu hear that the Pacer's engine is shit?
Jerry: Okay, so it's a V6.
Vito: A poorly designed V6.
Jerry: What about your car? It's also an AMC.
Vito: Let me mostrar tu something.
Both stallions walked towards Vito's Matador.
Vito: *Opens the hood*
Jerry: A Buick engine?
Vito: Swapped it from a '56 Special for más horsepower. The engine's been rebuilt, and should last over 200,000 miles.
Jerry: tu son of a bitch.
Vito: Hurry up, we're going to be late. *Gets in the car, and starts the engine*
Jerry: I'm taking my car.
Vito: Suit yourself. *Peels out*
Jerry: *Gets into his Pacer* más reliable my ass. *Turns the key, but the engine doesn't start. It then spontaneously combusts* What?!?! *Runs out of the car*
Half an hora later at the General store, a song was playing as everyone was having a good time: link
Vito: *Placing snacks on a shelf*
Manager: *Walking towards Vito* Hey, where's your brother?
Vito: 3. 2. 1.
Jerry: *Arrives, his face covered in soot from the fire*
Manager: Mr. Costanza, what the hell happened to you?
Jerry: Don't ask.
Vito: If I may sir, he tried to prove that his Pacer is better, *Clears throat* I'm sorry, was better than my Matador.
Manager: You're a fucking idiot Jerry. Clock in then get to work. We need más soda at aisle 5.
Jerry: Right away sir. *Walks away to clock in*
2 B Continued
Jerry's Pacer
Vito's Matador
Robotnik: Snooping as usual I see. Pingas!
Seanthehedgehog Presents
A fanfiction taking place during the late 1800's
Strike
In Pittsburgh, lots of ponies working in the steel mills did not like working conditions, and often went on strike. This story takes place during the Homestead Strike of 1892.
One of the workers James, did not want anything to do with the strike, but two weeks before it began, some of his friends decided to make him change his mind.
James: *Working*
Larry: *talking with Jack*
James: *sees Larry, but ignores them*
Larry: Jack, I'm telling you. Everyday we get...
