
A poker faced self insert.
A baby gets out of it's prison. Equestria somehow gets involved.
Lil' Timmie was only valued for his strange skill. At the age of two months, if he sat on a keyboard or a typewriter and farted, wondrous pieces of literature came out.
Hey, I'm not drunk, why are you pointing that gun at me?
Please criticise. Tear my humour to pieces. Show me everywhere I go wrong.

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- This had better be the only chapter, you friggin author. 2014-01-26 16:20:55 UTC1102