Starlight Entertainment presents;

Shenanigans with Zero and Sharky!

By; Zero_Starlight

Episode 1; Foal Assassin!

(Yeah, this sketch is pretty much taken word-for-word from Tomska's Baby With A Gun video, but screw it, this is promotion for him and that video, and I've added my own flair to it.)

"Hey, Sharky! What do you want on your sandwich?" I called out, washing my hands at the sink.

"Just make it the regular! Oh and now I'm dead! Thanks a lot!" I heard a controller being smacked around a bit and chuckled. Ever since Sharky's copy of The World's Most Difficult Game Ever arrived, I had barely seen him leave his room except for bathroom breaks and to eat.

Grabbing two plates, I turned and promptly dropped them, the sound of shattering ceramics filling the house.

"Sharky?" I called, keeping my eyes on the foal in front of me.

"WHAT?" He called back.

"Did you forget to pay for that game?" I asked, fairly certain of the answer I had already lead myself to.

"Uh... Maybe? Why?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because GameStop sent a FOAL WITH A GUN TO RETRIEVE IT!"

For indeed, before me was a stroller bound foal, big eyes staring at me, with a colt magnum sitting on its lap.

"Look!" I exclaimed, holding out Smarty Pants, which I had borrowed-without-planning-on-giving-back from Twilight some time ago. "Oh, it's so cute! You want it?"

The foal giggled, wiggling around in its stroller.

"Alright, I'll give you this, and you give me that!" I passed Smarty Pants to the foal and took the gun, examining it.

"Now see that wasn't hard at oh..." I groaned as I noticed another gun sitting innocently in the foal's lap.

"You wouldn't shoot a guy with glasses, would you?" I asked, already wearing the pair of novelty disguise glasses Pinkie had given me for my birthday.

The foal giggled.

"Don't laugh at me. Your a sick, sick foal! Sick Foal!" I cried quietly.

"Ah, bet you didn't see this coming did you!" I yelled, pointing the gun at the foal, who immediately cringed and began sucking on its hoof.

"I'm a MAN with a gun, what are you, you're just a foal! Your nothing! Your..." I began, and then sighed. "You're doing the pleading eyes..."

"I'm sorry, that wasn't fair, you're young, you didn't deserve that, here, just, take my gun."

"Oh god... I'm so stupid..." I moaned to myself, peeking from between my fingers at the foal who was now in the possession of two guns.

"It's a foal with two guns..."

Crouching on the counter in the most intimidating pose possible, I whined at the foal.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"Whoa, you weren't kidding..." Sharky replied, leaning around the corner. "Wait... where are you?"

"I'm hiding in the fridge right now!" I called back.

"Get outta there, it's just a foal, there's no way it cou-"

A crack of gunpowder and a grunt of pain rang out.

After convincing Zero to leave the fridge, as Sharky's blood was both rapidly draining from his shoulder and staining the carpet, both roommates looked at the foal before them.

"You have to leave." Both said at the same time.

"I'm glad that's over." I said, smiling at Sharky, who was back to playing his game. He nodded, still entranced by the flashing graphics. I frowned.

"You hear that?"

"Aaaaw... It's a little foal... OH SWEET CELESTIA IT'S GOT A GUN, IT'S GOT A GU-"

Shots rang out.

I gripped the wall in terror.

"We need to move again."

A/N; This was... Meh. I just wanted something I could toss a new chapter of up in my spare time, and this is looking like what it'll be. The version I've written this note for won't be the one I'll post, so it's a bit of a moot point, but whatever. Read, review, and I'll see you in the future.