Lipogram
...An Additional Story With a Lack of ~~E~~! (No! Don't say it!)
By NarwhalUnicorn
Raindrop usually did not run away from a crisis. This lady had known that running away was not a solution to anything, and had known this for an amazingly long ago. Although this was an important thought to follow, right now, Raindrop was about to abort that conclusion.
Now why would this pony think in such ways?
Possibly, an origin to this modification in thoughts is two crazy twin girls chasing Raindrop to an unusual, scary doom. Wouldn't you concur that that is a good motivation to adjust a morality? I would.
Raindrop had just ran away from Bowly's Bowling Building following an occasion Raindrop would not want to account for. It was traumatizing, to say it simply.
Flitt' and Cloud, a dual of twins that abhor Raindrop, had an annihilation plan for Raindrop, who was simply a bowling aficionado, and did not do any harm to said twins.
Flitt' and Cloud had burst into Bowly's Bowling Building with a surplus of plastic guns and giant cannons, all of which full of frosty cold hydroxylic acid. Mad at Raindrop for wooing all straight stallions in town, Flitt' and Cloud had a simply fantastic plan: to kill that horribly wrong stallion-hog.
Raindrop was in shock from that awfully scary attack, and took off, away from that pair of criminals.
At this instant, Raindrop runs away from Bowly's Bowling Building, quickly and panicky, towards Town Plaza.
As Raindrop shouts for sympathy, said pair of twins with light lilac coats and aqua hair quickly follow Raindrop, maniacally laughing. Sitting on top of a gigantic tank full of a liquid known as H2O, Cloud and Flitt', smiling, shoot arrays of H2O balloons at a trio of victims: Raindrop, our lady of light blond fur and bright cobalt hair, crying in anguish; Milky Way, a stallion running away as fast as his body would allow, with his dark black hair flowing swiftly and pallid coat full of H2O; and Thundy, an amazingly fast pony flying away from that pair of twins with much vigor and cursing.
Thundy, whilst watching Raindrop with satisfaction, slams into a building, and slowly falls towards ground, moaning in agony. Laying against a wall, his light gray, almost baby cyan, hair is in a fashionably chic mohawk, but has a lot of twigs stuck in it from his fall, ruining its stylish look. His dark gray body has many cuts and bumps, and his snout is in an odd position, obviously causing much pain for his sturdy form.
Raindrop instantly stops running away from Cloud and Flitt', and sprints towards Thundy, a pal who is optimistically still living. "Thundy, you must say that you can talk! Oh wait... That must sound silly, no? Haha, oh look at this! That was funny, what I just said. Oh no! This can't possibly occur! I am standing in front of my darling pal, who is dying, and I am laughing?! Oh, Thundy, could you pardon yours truly for my idiotic ways? You cannot trust yours truly to do this ridiculous act; I should cry for aid, but no, this is just too funny! Oh, I simply must say sorry, Thundy," Raindrop, giggling uncontrollably, says quickly and confusingly.
"C-could you stop talking and find a h-hospital?!" Thundy asks annoyingly, his vocals raspy and stumbling.
"Oh, right! I'm on my way!" Raindrop shouts loyally.
Looking back, Raindrop spots Milky Way still running away from Flitt' and Cloud. Said twins stay totally oblivious to Thundy and Raindrop, and carry on following Milky Way around Town Plaza, still laughing at Milky Way's horror and fright. Milky Way, aching and crying, viciously sprints away as Cloud and Flitt' blissfully drink down two sodas whilst riding on a fast-pacing, gigantic tank of a shamrock's color with...
...Wait, what?
Almost no gas?!
Uh oh...
A mumbling sound flicks and flacks, and Flitt' and Cloud's tank abruptly stops in Milky Way's tracks, as Milky, such a poor stallion, finally flops onto a dirty walkway. His lungs, forcing air in and out, cling to his dirty fur, causing much pain.
"Umm... Cloud?" Flitt' asks, sitting on a stationary tank's 'shotgun' chair.
"Flitt'? Cloud asks.
"Just to confirm... this is a tank, right?"
"It without a doubt is..."
"And..."
"It runs on gas?" Cloud says, finishing Flitt's words.
"And..."
"Our tank has no gas still in it?" Cloud again says monotonously, rubbing a hoof into a gas switch, only to find that it is of no avail, for nothing starts up.
"..."
"..."
"Uh oh..." Flitt' says, finally adjusting to said quandary.
"Umm... what is Milky Way doing?" Cloud asks as Milky Way slowly stands up from his short fall and walks towards Flitt' and Cloud's tank.
Flitt' gulps, "Is Milky Way doing... what I think so?"
Cloud simply says, "I... would say that that is in truth what Milky Way is doing..."
And it was so, for Milky Way, huffing and puffing as a wolf would do so, stands in front of said twins' with fury glinting in his pupils. With a mighty blast of frustration, Milky roars and pounds away, jumping onto Cloud's window, and scraping it with his strong, sharp fangs. With vigor and vitality, Milky Way, smashing right through Cloud's hard glass, grasps onto his last fistful of might, and throws it into Cloud and Flitt'.
That pair of twins, shaking and crying for pity, soon would know karma in its own ways.
Now, do you mind if I gift you with a clarification of that past saying?
Oh, you don't mind?
Okay, now I think I can carry on with my karma rant.
Karma is a basic form of morality including many foolish twin girls who had shot hydroxylic acid at strong, nasty stallions. You might ask... How did karma inflict its ways onto Flitt' and Cloud? It is simply funny, if you ask your narrator.
As you possibly thought of an assumption as to what took position prior to my uncouth disruption, allow yours truly to inform you that your probably wrong supposition is, uhm, wrong.
Alright, allow your narrator to finish our story, okay?
Whilst Milky Way slams into Flitt and Cloud's tank, Raindrop swoops in front of him and says loudly, "Milky Way, if you want to court yours truly, I will say no, for anypony who kills glass with no right has no possibilty in courting such an amazing, cordial pony as I am. Now, stop smashing this grand kind of glass!"
Milky Way stops quickly, and asks for an additional try with Raindrop, only to find no such award, for Raindrop had flown away.
Sighing, Milky Way sits down, thinking about his horribly wrong flaws as Flitt' and Cloud scurry away from Milky Way's vicinity, still full of shaking phobia for that nasty, pallid stallion.
Raindrop, flying away, lands at Thundy's wall, and continuing caring for him, says, "How is your pain?"
Thundy just sits still on his hind against that wall, not fanatic on saying anything or on moving his body for two possibly truthful motivations: (1.) Lazy-itis, or... (2.) actual pain.
Hmm, why not go with option (1.)?
Author's Note
Yay, you all can blissfully savor in a product of my pain and agony.
