General Chat Thread

[Gatekeeper Giggle 2,902]

Hello mom

How's Celestia? How are you?

[JonasDarkmane 19,791]

How's Celestia? How are you?

Oh, we have been having fun . I am fine and so is she .

[Hidey 2,836]

Don't worry about it.

 

*worrying intensifies*

 

 

Son of a gun, it was too cold where I lived and now it's too god damned hot!

 

funny how you said "son of a gun" like you were censoring and then ending with "god damned" 

[Sir Punicpunch 1,688]

*worrying intensifies*

 

 

 

funny how you said "son of a gun" like you were censoring and then ending with "god damned" 

I knew you'd say that.

 

I noticed it but I thought it'd be funny if I left it like that.

[Hidey 2,836]

I knew you'd say that.

 

 

 

maybe you wanted me to say it

[Sir Punicpunch 1,688]

 

 

 

maybe you wanted me to say it

Nah, I was hoping you'd overlook it.

[Hidey 2,836]

Nah, I was hoping you'd overlook it.

 

*pats*

 

Punic.........  tell me a story

[Sir Punicpunch 1,688]

*pats*

 

Punic.........  tell me a story

Why?

[Hidey 2,836]

Why?

because.....  *holds your hand* 

 

it's story time 

[Sir Punicpunch 1,688]

because.....  *holds your hoof* 

 

it's story time 

Alright...

 

 

 

"Cough, Cough"  hacked Punicpunch. "Ughh..." he groaned. He headed to the bathroom to begin his morning routine. He glanced at his blue coat and brown, bedheaded mane; his cutie mark resembled a green colored Pi. He outstretched his right wing and picked up his toothpaste and set it inside his mouth to squeeze out the paste onto the brush. He slowly picked up the brush, but dropped it. "Okay, it's official, I'm sick" he thought to himself. Punic opened a drawer to get a thermometer and popped it in his mouth.

    

    He proceeded to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He didn't like water too much, he much preferred soda, or lemonades and other various drinks, but he knew water helps sicknesses and assumed he'd be healthy as...as... "Ugh, I hate similes" he muttered to himself before taking a good swig of the small glass.

    

    A few minutes and two glasses of water later, he set the cup down on his end table and carefully took the thermometer from his mouth. "In hind sight, I probably should have waited before drinking water..." he thought, chuckling a few moments after. He took a look at the thermometer to check his temperature. "101 degrees?" he exclaimed. "That's not good...".

    

    A few hours later, Punic left to head off to the doctors for 'professional help' as he called it. He arrived after a while, since he was sick and he lived quite a bit away from the hospital. "Okay, maybe I'm overreacting" he said to himself, "I'm going to the hospital for a simple fever, but I still have no knowledge of sicknesses, so I just want to get better and get back on track". "Do you always talk to yourself?" said a passing, black maned stallion. "Err..." stuttered Punic. He had a constant habit of doing this, but is pretty used to being called out on it. The stranger shook his head and carried on.

  

    Punic trotted slowly up to the front counter. A yellow mare with a teal mane was sitting behind the desk, looking over her small glasses at a clipboard propped up against the counter. "Welcome." said the mare behind the counter, with a caring attitude. "Anything you need help with?". "Uhh, yes, I fear I've come down with a fever and I'm looking for... 'professional help'." he replied. The mare looked through some papers on a clipboard for around half a minute. "Okay, we have a time spot open in around a half an hour," responded the mare. "You can take a seat over there if you'd like." she pushed up her glasses and pointed to the row of chairs in the back of the large room.

    

    30 minutes pass and a gray stallion with a dark mane walked out from a hallway holding a white clipboard with a navy blue aura surrounding it. "I have a Mister Punicpunch here for a diagnosis?" asked the doctor. Punic got out of his chair and approached the doctor. "That'd be- Cough" he said, interrupting himself. "Sorry, I'm Punicpunch.". The doctor nodded and gestured him to a nearby room. "We're just going to run a few diagnostic tests, what do you already know?" asked the doctor. "I have a fever, I just need some advice for how to treat it.". "Alright, but I'm going to run a few tests anyways, alright?"

    

    An hour passes and the doctor picks up his clipboard. "All your test seem to hav- wait no that's not..." stammered the doctor. "Is... everything alright?" asked Punicpunch. "It seems you've contracted a... rather harmful sickness." replied the doctor. "Aflatoxin."

:comeatus:

[Hidey 2,836]

Alright...

 

 

 

"Cough, Cough"  hacked Punicpunch. "Ughh..." he groaned. He headed to the bathroom to begin his morning routine. He glanced at his blue coat and brown, bedheaded mane; his cutie mark resembled a green colored Pi. He outstretched his right wing and picked up his toothpaste and set it inside his mouth to squeeze out the paste onto the brush. He slowly picked up the brush, but dropped it. "Okay, it's official, I'm sick" he thought to himself. Punic opened a drawer to get a thermometer and popped it in his mouth.

    

    He proceeded to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He didn't like water too much, he much preferred soda, or lemonades and other various drinks, but he knew water helps sicknesses and assumed he'd be healthy as...as... "Ugh, I hate similes" he muttered to himself before taking a good swig of the small glass.

    

    A few minutes and two glasses of water later, he set the cup down on his end table and carefully took the thermometer from his mouth. "In hind sight, I probably should have waited before drinking water..." he thought, chuckling a few moments after. He took a look at the thermometer to check his temperature. "101 degrees?" he exclaimed. "That's not good...".

    

    A few hours later, Punic left to head off to the doctors for 'professional help' as he called it. He arrived after a while, since he was sick and he lived quite a bit away from the hospital. "Okay, maybe I'm overreacting" he said to himself, "I'm going to the hospital for a simple fever, but I still have no knowledge of sicknesses, so I just want to get better and get back on track". "Do you always talk to yourself?" said a passing, black maned stallion. "Err..." stuttered Punic. He had a constant habit of doing this, but is pretty used to being called out on it. The stranger shook his head and carried on.

  

    Punic trotted slowly up to the front counter. A yellow mare with a teal mane was sitting behind the desk, looking over her small glasses at a clipboard propped up against the counter. "Welcome." said the mare behind the counter, with a caring attitude. "Anything you need help with?". "Uhh, yes, I fear I've come down with a fever and I'm looking for... 'professional help'." he replied. The mare looked through some papers on a clipboard for around half a minute. "Okay, we have a time spot open in around a half an hour," responded the mare. "You can take a seat over there if you'd like." she pushed up her glasses and pointed to the row of chairs in the back of the large room.

    

    30 minutes pass and a gray stallion with a dark mane walked out from a hallway holding a white clipboard with a navy blue aura surrounding it. "I have a Mister Punicpunch here for a diagnosis?" asked the doctor. Punic got out of his chair and approached the doctor. "That'd be- Cough" he said, interrupting himself. "Sorry, I'm Punicpunch.". The doctor nodded and gestured him to a nearby room. "We're just going to run a few diagnostic tests, what do you already know?" asked the doctor. "I have a fever, I just need some advice for how to treat it.". "Alright, but I'm going to run a few tests anyways, alright?"

    

    An hour passes and the doctor picks up his clipboard. "All your test seem to hav- wait no that's not..." stammered the doctor. "Is... everything alright?" asked Punicpunch. "It seems you've contracted a... rather harmful sickness." replied the doctor. "Aflatoxin."

:comeatus:

 

 

 

seems like you're a pretty good writer 

[Sir Punicpunch 1,688]

 

 

seems like you're a pretty good writer 

Really?

[Hidey 2,836]

Really?

 

yes, I really mean it.  (:

 

I don't just say that

[Sir Punicpunch 1,688]

yes, I really mean it.  (:

 

I don't just say that

[Hidey 2,836]

 

*hugs* 

 

everyone's gone 

[Sir Punicpunch 1,688]

*hugs* 

 

everyone's gone 

[Hidey 2,836]

just us  :comeatus:

 

[Sir Punicpunch 1,688]

"Stormgiggle brohoofs this"

 

Nevermind

[Hidey 2,836]

maybe today I can finally get all this stuff done... probably not though

[Sir Punicpunch 1,688]

maybe today I can finally get all this stuff done... probably not though

You can do it, I believe in you!

[Hidey 2,836]

You can do it, I believe in you!

 

<3 

 

it depends on my internet. which sux...  I feel like I have to use black magic to get it to work sometimes 

[Gatekeeper Giggle 2,902]

 

 

black magic

Did somepony say black magic? :grin2:  

[~~~~~~~~~~ 1,174]

Don't worry about it.

Son of a gun, it was too cold where I lived and now it's too god damned hot!

 

 

Dun-dun-duuun!

 

 

 

[Sir Punicpunch 1,688]

*crickets chirping*

[Hidey 2,836]

leo is best actor.