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The Silver Ballroom

Bevo, St. Foalis, July 9, 1996

It was 1 in the morning. Lewis, and Bob were sitting inayofuata to each other at one end of the bar, and Benjamin Guarino was at the other end, with four of his friends.

Benjamin: Hey, how are wewe two doing over there?
Lewis: Fine, fine.
Benjamin: Drinks all around.
Bartender: *Preparing drinks*
Benjamin: We're getting close to the end of the 20th Century. Let's enjoy it while it lasts!
Lewis: Yeah, the 21st Century is only a few years away.
Bartender: *Gives everypony their drinks*
Benjamin: Enjoy the drinks fellas!
Bob: Yeah, juu of the morning to wewe too. *Drinks*
Shawn: *Arrives with a black stallion* hujambo guys, this is my friend, Fred, visiting from Chicagoat. He's looking for a job here.
Lewis: I think we can find him a job.
Benjamin: Shawn? Shawn Baldwin? Is that you?
Shawn: Oh Jesus Christ, not this guy.
Benjamin: Shawn, come on over here!
Shawn: Okay, guys wait here for me, I gotta talk to him. *Walks to Benjamin* hujambo Benny.
Benjamin: *Hugs Shawn* So good to see wewe again.
Shawn: Alright, alright, take it easy. You're gonna break every bone in my body.
Benjamin: *Lets go* wewe seem a little uptight.
Shawn: Yeah, because wewe hug me like wewe wanna kill me.
Benjamin: I do not. I haven't seen wewe in six years. wewe think that gives me the right to hug a friend I haven't seen so long?
Shawn: Where did wewe go?
Benjamin: Business trip to Seoul. It was a blast, they gave me a billion dollars. When are wewe going to make that much money being a police pony?
Shawn: Benjamin, the money I make is none of your business. Maybe wewe like inaonyesha off the cash wewe get, but the money I make is personal.
Benjamin: Okay, okay, take it easy. If it bothers wewe that much, we don't have to talk about it.
Shawn: Good.
Lewis: hujambo I'm gonna change the song on the jukebox.
Bob: Okay.
Lewis: *Goes to the jukebox*
Benjamin: I just thought you'd like to stop living like a bum, and be rich like me.
Shawn: *Smashes a glass on the counter* WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!!?!
Lewis: *Turns off the song*
Shawn: I'm gonna ngumi, punch that damn smile off of your face, and shoot your brains out!!
Benjamin: I'd like to see wewe try. Remember, I haven't broken any laws.
Shawn: Fuck you! I'll be waiting for wewe outside! *Walks out of the bar*
Benjamin: Christ, what a cunt.
Lewis: Hey, there's no need to talk like that about him.
Benjamin: Are wewe kidding? That bastard just exploded.
Bob: wewe pissed him off. He asked wewe nicely not to talk about his salary, but wewe pushed him. wewe pushed it too far.
Shawn: *Walks back into the bar with a Walther P99*
Lewis: Oh shit, Bob.
Bob: Oh no. Shawn?
Shawn: *Points the gun at Benjamin*
Lewis: Shawn, put it down! *Pushes Shawn away from Benjamin*
Benjamin: Come on!! Let him do it!! *Pulls out a Beretta* I'm ready!!!
Bob: *Pulls out his gun* Ben, drop it! Drop the fucking gun!
Benjamin: Not until your friend drops it!!
Shawn: Can I shoot him now?!
Lewis: No.
Benjamin: I heard that!! I fucking heard that!!! Lewis, get out of the way!!
Bob: Ben, don't worry about those two, just drop the gun!
Benjamin: wewe stay out of this Bob!!
Bob: *Hits Benjamin* One of wewe get some cuffs!
Lewis: *Grabs his pair of hoof cuffs* Here.
Bob: *Takes the cuffs, and puts them on Benjamin* You're under arrest.

This was the most frustrating night for Shawn. He never felt so insulted in his whole life.

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