Vito: wewe seem happy. How was work? Jerry: Fun. Michael allowed me to fix my car for free. Vito: That was kind of him. You'll probably have to fix it again within the week, but it's the thought that counts. Jerry: How was your day? Vito: I got a visit from 2 ponies from the FBI. Jerry: The FBI? Vito: They say they want to help us stay away from our family. Jerry: How do wewe know they weren't in disguise? Vito: Come again? Jerry: What if they were really from the Costanza's? Vito: I don't think the FBI would allow that to happen. They're usually on track...
Gran Turismo. A city full of wealth, and ponies that upendo cars. Most of these ponies are either illegal mitaani, mtaa racers, au cops. This is based off of the Gran Turismo video games, when wewe go online, there are these lobbies where people play as cops.
Now if wewe take a look at the map, wewe will see blue squares. Those are police stations.
Red squares are moto departments, and white squares are hospitals.
Yellow triangles are autoshops. The one with the red center is Local Consideration, maarufu for it's high quality parts at a fair price.
Narrator: This is the sequel to the story of a stallion named Bob Newhart. He still lives in Fillydelphia with his wife Emily. Everyday wewe can see Bob walking around the streets of Fillydelphia, and most of the time he does that, he's on his way to work. Speaking of work, he's a therapist. One day, Bob was at his office at work, when his assistant Carol knocked on the door.
The song fades away as Bob hears the knocking.
Bob: Come in. Carol: *Enters room* Good morning...
Narrator: Our new mwaka was off to a very good start. Nopony started to bother us, but that all changed on February 7th, 1982 when Jerry and I got a letter from Oregon State Police. The police arrested our cousin Harlan for armed robbery, and he was required to live with us since we were family members. At that moment, we knew we were fucked.
Robotnik: Snooping as usual I see! *Talks faster* Snooping as usual *Slows down* I see!
Case cracker, mkate mkavu is driving out of Fillydelphia with his marefriend, Sprocket.
Case Cracker: *Going over 90 miles an hour* Sprocket: I still don't understand what's going on! Case Cracker: I've been working for this gppony, pony named Michael, but he was just using me, and wants me dead! Sprocket: *Looks behind her* Is that why there are two sedans following us? Case Cracker: *Looks in the mirror* Shit, that's them. Get my guns from the glove, glovu compartment. Sprocket: *Grabs two Beretta...