Master Sword was with Rio at his house.
Rio: Okay, we bribed all of the teachers. What should we do next?
Master Sword: They're letting us bully Guy, so let's keep doing it.
Rio: All we've been doing is calling him Gay, and hitting him. There must be something else we should do.
Master Sword: How about we trash his car?
Rio: Nah, we can't do that. We'll be sent to jail, and we won't be able to do anything to him.
Master Sword: I think I got something.
Rio: What?
Master Sword: Cyber bully him.
Rio: Okay. We'll keep posting negative commentaires on his Facebook page.
Master Sword: If he has a twitter, I'll spam a lot of hate onto his wall.
Rio: Wonderful. Oh, I thought of something else.
Master Sword: What?
Rio: The farewell February party.
Master Sword: What about it?
Rio: If he does have a special somepony, we can beat the both of them up.
Master Sword: I l’amour it. Let's do it!
Song: link
On a road going downhill was a purple Plymouth Cuda. It was being followed par a black Chrysler 300.
The two cars were in Gran Turismo 6. Guy was driving the Cuda, and Harrison had the 300. Camryn was playing, but Lost the last race, allowing Guy to take over.
Stop the song.
Camryn: Come on Guy, beat him.
Harrison: toi better traverser, croix that finish line before I pass you.
Guy: That won't be a problem. *Turning right, and goes through a tunnel, going up a hill*
Camryn: Sorry Harrison, toi won't be able to catch him now.
Harrison: I know.
Guy: *Wins*
Harrison: Goddammit. *Checks his phone* I gotta go home.
Camryn: Yeah, me too.
Guy: Okay toi two. See toi at school.
Camryn: toi got it.
That night, Guy was in his room.
Guy: *Frowning as he looks at his laptop screen*
Mom: *Enters the room*
Guy: *Looks at mom* Hey.
Mom: Everything okay?
Guy: Yes. Why?
Mom: toi seem upset.
Guy: Do I?
Mom: Yes. Do toi wanna talk about it?
Guy: No thank you.
Mom: Okay. *Leaves the room*
Guy: *Puts his headphones on*
Guy went onto youtube, and started listening to the musique on this video: link
On another tab, he was looking at his facebook, and twitter account. Master Sword, and Rio posté over twenty terrible things on his accounts.
Guy: *Looking at the comments, and starts typing*
Why are toi two bothering me? I haven't done anything.
Guy: *Looks at a reply from Rio*
Because toi suck. Nopony likes you.
Guy: *With his headphones still on, he grabs a pencil with a piece of paper, and starts writing*
As he wrote on the paper, a tear came out of his eye, and fell above where it a dit dear mom.
suivant day, Guy was visiting Tate again.
Guy: Tate, how's everything going for toi buddy?
Tate: Okay. How about you?
Guy: *Looks down at the Legos they're playing with* Not too good.
Tate: Why not?
Guy: I'm having trouble with a couple of bullies. Do toi know what those are?
Tate: No.
Guy: Good. They're not nice ponies. I hope toi don't ever meet one. *Moving a Lego poney towards a bridge, and pushes him off*
2 B Continued
Rio: Okay, we bribed all of the teachers. What should we do next?
Master Sword: They're letting us bully Guy, so let's keep doing it.
Rio: All we've been doing is calling him Gay, and hitting him. There must be something else we should do.
Master Sword: How about we trash his car?
Rio: Nah, we can't do that. We'll be sent to jail, and we won't be able to do anything to him.
Master Sword: I think I got something.
Rio: What?
Master Sword: Cyber bully him.
Rio: Okay. We'll keep posting negative commentaires on his Facebook page.
Master Sword: If he has a twitter, I'll spam a lot of hate onto his wall.
Rio: Wonderful. Oh, I thought of something else.
Master Sword: What?
Rio: The farewell February party.
Master Sword: What about it?
Rio: If he does have a special somepony, we can beat the both of them up.
Master Sword: I l’amour it. Let's do it!
Song: link
On a road going downhill was a purple Plymouth Cuda. It was being followed par a black Chrysler 300.
The two cars were in Gran Turismo 6. Guy was driving the Cuda, and Harrison had the 300. Camryn was playing, but Lost the last race, allowing Guy to take over.
Stop the song.
Camryn: Come on Guy, beat him.
Harrison: toi better traverser, croix that finish line before I pass you.
Guy: That won't be a problem. *Turning right, and goes through a tunnel, going up a hill*
Camryn: Sorry Harrison, toi won't be able to catch him now.
Harrison: I know.
Guy: *Wins*
Harrison: Goddammit. *Checks his phone* I gotta go home.
Camryn: Yeah, me too.
Guy: Okay toi two. See toi at school.
Camryn: toi got it.
That night, Guy was in his room.
Guy: *Frowning as he looks at his laptop screen*
Mom: *Enters the room*
Guy: *Looks at mom* Hey.
Mom: Everything okay?
Guy: Yes. Why?
Mom: toi seem upset.
Guy: Do I?
Mom: Yes. Do toi wanna talk about it?
Guy: No thank you.
Mom: Okay. *Leaves the room*
Guy: *Puts his headphones on*
Guy went onto youtube, and started listening to the musique on this video: link
On another tab, he was looking at his facebook, and twitter account. Master Sword, and Rio posté over twenty terrible things on his accounts.
Guy: *Looking at the comments, and starts typing*
Why are toi two bothering me? I haven't done anything.
Guy: *Looks at a reply from Rio*
Because toi suck. Nopony likes you.
Guy: *With his headphones still on, he grabs a pencil with a piece of paper, and starts writing*
As he wrote on the paper, a tear came out of his eye, and fell above where it a dit dear mom.
suivant day, Guy was visiting Tate again.
Guy: Tate, how's everything going for toi buddy?
Tate: Okay. How about you?
Guy: *Looks down at the Legos they're playing with* Not too good.
Tate: Why not?
Guy: I'm having trouble with a couple of bullies. Do toi know what those are?
Tate: No.
Guy: Good. They're not nice ponies. I hope toi don't ever meet one. *Moving a Lego poney towards a bridge, and pushes him off*
2 B Continued
To me, it sounds like the same old thing from every song. It's like:
"I l’amour to drink me some bière and play-ay-ay on my guitar. I l’amour my truck to drive in and shoot deer."
How do songs like that even get famous? It's a turnoff for me, and when I hear it on the radio, I don't even want to hear it. It's all acoustics and shit like that. Why would people want to listen to it when they can listen to something else, such as rock ou rap?
I just hate country music, and if toi like it, don't send me hate.
"I l’amour to drink me some bière and play-ay-ay on my guitar. I l’amour my truck to drive in and shoot deer."
How do songs like that even get famous? It's a turnoff for me, and when I hear it on the radio, I don't even want to hear it. It's all acoustics and shit like that. Why would people want to listen to it when they can listen to something else, such as rock ou rap?
I just hate country music, and if toi like it, don't send me hate.
Nancy
