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Chapter two, Wakey, Wakey
Foaly awoke with a start. He yawned and immediately felt pain in his back but nothing in his foot/hoof. He had been sleeping with it under his back, the hard hoof digging into it. He spent a few seconds flopping his hoof around, trying to get the circulation back through to it. He accidentally hit a button, one of the millions of them in front of him. "Oh jeez,"he moaned. "Please not let it be the seat booster."He closed his eyes, waiting for whatever he had pressed to do its thing. After a few seconds some fall-to-sleep-to music came on the speakers surrounding him. He opened his eyes and saw on the wide, flat screen in front of him, pictures of carrots. He stared at the pictures. Cooked carrots with butter, raw carrot with dip, carrot omelette, carrot chips, carrot juice and just regular plain carrots. He could drool, he wondered why he didn't. Some few seconds in heaven later, he snapped back to life. "Stupid lullaby thing, why do I keep this on here?"He pressed the delete button and the usual beep went as it was washed away from his computer for life. This time the beep was a bit louder. He stopped and listened. "Visitor arrival,"said a computerized voice from his computer. (A.N. well of coarse it's computerized) Foaly swung his chair around, looking to see through the tinted windows. It was Holly banging on the glass trying to smash her way through. He reached back and pressed the door release button. Holly burst into the room, tripping over the wires on the floor. "D'Arvit," she mumbled as she pulled herself up. "Foaly, why didn't you let me in before? And don't use the, I was deleting something excuse, it's getting old." Foaly sighed. "I suppose. So what brings you here? Oh did I mention you owe me a carton of carrots? Holly shrugged off a few wires, tangled around her. "No, I don't owe you any carrots, they're out of season, remember. I'm not spending all my earnings buying you carrots that had to be shipped from the edge of the earth. You have the biggest pay, why don't you buy them yourself?" Foaly immediately had a flashback of taking all his earnings and buying all the carrot in stock. He thrashed his tail around. "Nevermind about that then. So what brings you here?" "Root wants you to go to his office,"she said examining a few false bottoms. "Needs you to make something." "Are those exact words?"asked Foaly as he shutdown all unnecessary computers. "Well no,"said Holly smiling a bit. "If you want exact words then it would sound like this; Get that unicorn down here right now or I'll cut his budget and yours too. If he's not down here by the time I want him to be down here then I'll chop off his tail! I'll ask the butcher for the knife too, no doubt about that!" Foaly grumbled. "I'm so unappreciated." He trotted off towards the door, Holly following him. It shut silently, as Foaly winced. Holly noticed his face.
"What's wrong?"
"What's wrong,"asked Foaly sarcastically. "A sound detector in the apartments four miles away could hear the sound of that door." Holly sighed as she turned the corner, where the rest of the LEP were washing the walls. Sometimes it was hard having a genius friend.
Foaly took caution as he knocked on Root's office door. He heard a grunt and took it as a welcome sign. The door slid open and Root was there, smoking a fungus cigar as always, and sitting with his feet propped up on his desk. "Hey ponyboy, I've got a request." Foaly smiled, this was good, something to do to weasel out of washing the walls with the others. Everybody hated cleaning day; Foaly hated it even more, because he was always bored. "Anything you want Commander, a foot stool perhaps?"he said eyeing Roots scratched and battered up desk. Root grounded his cigar under his desk, along with the other in the collection he now had. "No. Your supposed to be a technical genius remember? I want a voice activated cigar dispenser, got that? Response to my voice and ONLY my voice. Can you remember that much?" Foaly smiled, that was the simplest request yet, though it kept him busy. "Of coarse Julius, whatever you say." That set Root off. "WHAT HAVE I SAID TOO MANY TIMES TO RECAL UPON? DON'T. CALL. ME. JULIUS!!!!!!" "I'll get to work on that dispenser now,"said Foaly edging towards the door, trying to hold in his laughter. "Talk to you later." "You do that,"hissed Root when Foaly was out of site. "You show me how smart you are you mutant stallion."
Oh a mutant stallion, that's quite an insult, well if you were a centaur it would be. Review like good readers, third chapter up soon.
Yours till chickens stop running with their heads chopped off,
:::.~The OddBird~.::
Chapter two, Wakey, Wakey
Foaly awoke with a start. He yawned and immediately felt pain in his back but nothing in his foot/hoof. He had been sleeping with it under his back, the hard hoof digging into it. He spent a few seconds flopping his hoof around, trying to get the circulation back through to it. He accidentally hit a button, one of the millions of them in front of him. "Oh jeez,"he moaned. "Please not let it be the seat booster."He closed his eyes, waiting for whatever he had pressed to do its thing. After a few seconds some fall-to-sleep-to music came on the speakers surrounding him. He opened his eyes and saw on the wide, flat screen in front of him, pictures of carrots. He stared at the pictures. Cooked carrots with butter, raw carrot with dip, carrot omelette, carrot chips, carrot juice and just regular plain carrots. He could drool, he wondered why he didn't. Some few seconds in heaven later, he snapped back to life. "Stupid lullaby thing, why do I keep this on here?"He pressed the delete button and the usual beep went as it was washed away from his computer for life. This time the beep was a bit louder. He stopped and listened. "Visitor arrival,"said a computerized voice from his computer. (A.N. well of coarse it's computerized) Foaly swung his chair around, looking to see through the tinted windows. It was Holly banging on the glass trying to smash her way through. He reached back and pressed the door release button. Holly burst into the room, tripping over the wires on the floor. "D'Arvit," she mumbled as she pulled herself up. "Foaly, why didn't you let me in before? And don't use the, I was deleting something excuse, it's getting old." Foaly sighed. "I suppose. So what brings you here? Oh did I mention you owe me a carton of carrots? Holly shrugged off a few wires, tangled around her. "No, I don't owe you any carrots, they're out of season, remember. I'm not spending all my earnings buying you carrots that had to be shipped from the edge of the earth. You have the biggest pay, why don't you buy them yourself?" Foaly immediately had a flashback of taking all his earnings and buying all the carrot in stock. He thrashed his tail around. "Nevermind about that then. So what brings you here?" "Root wants you to go to his office,"she said examining a few false bottoms. "Needs you to make something." "Are those exact words?"asked Foaly as he shutdown all unnecessary computers. "Well no,"said Holly smiling a bit. "If you want exact words then it would sound like this; Get that unicorn down here right now or I'll cut his budget and yours too. If he's not down here by the time I want him to be down here then I'll chop off his tail! I'll ask the butcher for the knife too, no doubt about that!" Foaly grumbled. "I'm so unappreciated." He trotted off towards the door, Holly following him. It shut silently, as Foaly winced. Holly noticed his face.
"What's wrong?"
"What's wrong,"asked Foaly sarcastically. "A sound detector in the apartments four miles away could hear the sound of that door." Holly sighed as she turned the corner, where the rest of the LEP were washing the walls. Sometimes it was hard having a genius friend.
Foaly took caution as he knocked on Root's office door. He heard a grunt and took it as a welcome sign. The door slid open and Root was there, smoking a fungus cigar as always, and sitting with his feet propped up on his desk. "Hey ponyboy, I've got a request." Foaly smiled, this was good, something to do to weasel out of washing the walls with the others. Everybody hated cleaning day; Foaly hated it even more, because he was always bored. "Anything you want Commander, a foot stool perhaps?"he said eyeing Roots scratched and battered up desk. Root grounded his cigar under his desk, along with the other in the collection he now had. "No. Your supposed to be a technical genius remember? I want a voice activated cigar dispenser, got that? Response to my voice and ONLY my voice. Can you remember that much?" Foaly smiled, that was the simplest request yet, though it kept him busy. "Of coarse Julius, whatever you say." That set Root off. "WHAT HAVE I SAID TOO MANY TIMES TO RECAL UPON? DON'T. CALL. ME. JULIUS!!!!!!" "I'll get to work on that dispenser now,"said Foaly edging towards the door, trying to hold in his laughter. "Talk to you later." "You do that,"hissed Root when Foaly was out of site. "You show me how smart you are you mutant stallion."
Oh a mutant stallion, that's quite an insult, well if you were a centaur it would be. Review like good readers, third chapter up soon.
Yours till chickens stop running with their heads chopped off,
:::.~The OddBird~.::