Metal Slugging

“Well, this is downright bullshit” Big Mac tapped the other patient’s paper on the headline 'Twilight and her friends save Equestria... again!'

“You might want to calm down a bit there, Mac, people might stare” as Mac turned his head, the patient was right. Just about the whole ward was either staring at him with dumb found looks or trying to glare him into oblivion. “Correction; will stare”

“Alright, Mister Smartass” Mac turned back to his breakfast, staring into the cheap coffee; he could make out a mound of the coffee mix on the bottom of mug.

Mac, the patient and another patient were all in a line.

“But seriously, we are busting our balls out there, doing actual work, almost to death; bare teethed, and these idiot mares,” Mac tapped the photo clumsily with his hoof, and the paper gave out a loud tear, but this time, no-pony turned around. “just let the purple one do it,” he did jazz hooves, and then pointed at his cup; as if it would start dancing. “just letting them go free, not killing them, dumb move, if you ask me, does anyone want to argue?”

Dude, shut up!

It's true though, but your sister still needs-

Again? Shut up!

“Guilty,” the other patient folded the paper and place it on his table, he raised his hoof. “as charged, but seriously, that is the only argument you have?”

Can we name that one smart ass?

Yes, yes we can.

“Yeah, not killing them is stupid, dude,” the red stallion looked up at the other patient. “help me out buddy!”

“Oh, I’m not getting into this! No way!” He chuckled to himself; as if he was king of the world.

This one is annoying.

Yes, yes he is.

“Fine, I don’t need you, I’ll go in half cocked.” He immaturely chuckled to himself; the other two rolled their eyes.

“You are the most immature,” 'Smart ass' made a throttling motion towards Mac; who immediately got a coffee mound thrown in his face “Ew! You ass-hole; what the fuck!?”

“It was in self defense,” He attempted to look posh and Normal, but instead looked like he was nodding off to sleep. “I thought you were going to strangle me, can I help it?”

“You thought? You have a brain?” Most of the sentence was muttered or muffled; as 'Smart Ass' was wiping coffee of his face and chest.

“Maybe he does, it’s probably it a jar in a science lab, though” again, the other patient chortled to myself; while Mac glared.

“What were we even arguing about?” Both Mac and 'Smart Ass' rolled their eyes; both knew the other patient could be the stupidest pony on the planet.

We are calling this one "Dummy"

Okay.

“We were arguing about the Mane Six, remember? You were for them, I was against, got it?” 'Smart Ass' stared wide eyed at him. “What, Smart ass, you want to buy me dinner or something?”

“No, it’s just that I thought you would say ‘We were arguing about who fucked your mother’ or something juvenile like that,” 'Smart Ass' still had the wide eyes .“I bet even Poker Chips thought that” ‘Poker chips’ glared at both of them.

“Well, I can be mature, somehow,” he leaned back on his chair; almost falling off 'Somehow'.

“So; you hate this purple one?” 'Smart ass' tapped the picture; right on Twilight.

“Nope,” Mac leaned into towards the paper “Just,” moved his hoof above the paper. “These six” he circled the entire photo.

“Why?” He further questioned Mac's opinion; and furthered stretch the limitation of his patience.

“Well, it seems unfair that they have all the fame, waiting for their fucking princess or the purple one to do some magic shit,” he repeated his jazz hooves and pointed at his mug. “While, we are breaking our balls, doing jobs, and none of this world know we exist, and that is my argument, can you bring some back? Bitch!” He shot a pointed hoof at the patient, who had spots, dyed brown, by the watery coffee mix.

“Well, they kill things that are threatening the existence of...” He was hushed by a shushing motion from his opponent.

“Okay’ did you say ‘threatening the existence’? This is some priceless shit! The first time they defeated someone together was nightmare moon, for promised eternal night, next it was Discord, just changing reality, then weird shape shifting ponies, just wanting to steal love birds. ‘Threatening existence’ my,” he smashed the table. “Fat,” he bashed it again. “Ass” he hit the table so hard it shook; only a few looked around though.

“A world without no light, no order and no love isn't a world” he smirked; as if an argument with Mac would be ended with logic.

“It is a world, Mac's world, and baby, it looks like a good world” the ponies that were sane, two out of three, rolled their eyes.

“So, you would live in a world without light, without order, and without love? You sociopath bastard” 'Smart Ass' didn't raise or fall the argument, just stretched Mac's patience even further.

“Look, no light, no bitches complaining about tans, no order? Who gives one? We could go around, doing our job, instead of being glared at as if we are bastards of hell. No love? No marriage? No divorce? No giving some mouthy bitch half your stuff, my world beats this one’s ass, hooves down!” He hit the table again; making the mugs jump and dance around the cloth, the only person who looked now was the Doctor behind the cart, glaring directly at Mac. He saw and he waved.

“But without light, we would all be blind, simple as” 'Smart Ass' crossed his hooves, and glared, same as the mare.

“So? Then every-pony is equal,” Mac saw the upraised eye brows on the puzzled idiots “Some-ponies are blind, then every-pony is blind, everyone is equal”

“What about those who are deaf? Or paralyzed?” Mac glared across the table; it seems in this group, glaring is second nature to them.

“Well, not equal for every-pony, but more equal than before, can we get to the real argument?” They all nodded their heads in time.

“Well, it the naked eyes of normal ponies, we are mindless monsters” 'Smart Ass' took a gulp of his tea; a spitting noise was heard after, a result of him spitting out the powder.

“Not mindless, we are methodical” Mac carefully tapped the table; as if he was finding a good hand of cards.

“Well, methodical as we are, to the naked eye, we are still monsters” 'Smart Ass' put his mug down; he was purposely deforming his face to get the taste of coffee mix out of his mouth.

“How do we even get health care?” 'Dummy' interrupted the verbal warfare, stopping it temporarily; but might have turned a war on himself.

“You don’t know?” Both 'Smart Ass' and Mac said together; with the same level of confusion.

“Jinx” Mac said, as childish as possible.

“We aren’t foals anymore; stop being one, but seriously, 'Poker Chips', you don’t know how we get health care?” 'Smart Ass' was disappointed with the both of them.

“Nope, so what do they do, run a device around an area and detect psycho kinetic energy?” If 'Smart Ass' eyebrow rose any higher, it could be on the moon.

"You are just an idiot" Mac said as he pulled the curtain to himself, blocking the image of 'Smart Ass' and 'Dummy'.

Thank Celestia, alone with thoughts.

Amen

...nap?

Yup!

"WAKE UP!"

OW! Who's that?!

I don't know, open your damn eyes!

As he opened his eyes, it was a doctor; a mare one.

"ummm..hi?" He muttered.

"Time to go home" she smiled.

Home?

Yeah, home.

We are going out with a bang!

Oxygen tank with a scalpel?

Bit like that.

"Okay, I'll just go to the bathroom"

he got up and went to the medical tools storage, grabbing two hammers, three scalpels, two oxygen tanks and two straps for the tanks.

Okay, one scalpel in that strap, two in this one, a tank in that one, a thank in this one. One hammer under this strap, and one in the mouth.

You are seriously doing this?

Yes.

Fair enough

"Mister Mac what are you-" Her argument has cut short by a canister to the head, as it hit her forehead, there was a slight click and a mush.

Smooth, real smooth.

I know!

He walked into a ward and saw another doctor;

"Macintosh, I don't-" a scalpel was thrown at his neck, slitting it as it went across.

Damn, we got pretty good accuracy.

It's called 'luck' dear friend.

The ward was shocked at Big Mac doing this, one attempted to calm him down.

"Dude, just calm-" A hammer crashed down on his head, making a loud smack.

Okay, okay; shouldn't we kill like an alien now?

Good idea.

Way in the back, was one of the things; Big Mac teared one of the canisters of his back, snapped out the value and throw it at the thing. Hitting it square in the chest, it rocketed at the wall; exploding into a million green pieces.

"Get down!" A voice sounded behind him, but too late; the hammer already came down on his head.

Darkness...perfect

Indeed it is