Equestrian Nine/Elolven

Meaty M8 was tired. He was ready to go home, it was well past noon and he wanted to get the day over and done with. it'd been a long day, as he had to attend several meetings, and he was looking forward to seeing his family. The withered, grey workhorse cantered over to his desk, He then proceeded to cross off another day on his calendar.

"Two more days," his whispered to himself, "then I am retire."

Meaty M8 was giddier than an American in a candy convention, he was looking forward to spending all his time with his wife and children, he could think of nothing better. Due to his imagining of retired life, he didn't hear his coworker, sneak up behind him. The blue mule put a hoof on Meaty M8's shoulder, causing him to jump.

"Ehhhyyyy," grunted the donkey from Brayston, "watch'a doiinnnn eh? I used to be cowp, in th' mowb' caaaaeeers."

(This is what Bostoners sound like, trust me, I'm a doctor.)

Meaty couldn't deal with the surprise of being friendlyly tapped on the shoulder and voided his bowels and his urethra contracted causing him to piss himself as well, the Grey horse turned around and glared his colleague, this was the last thing he needed, he couldn't handle walking home covered in piss and shit for a fourth time. His wife would make him wear that diaper again, the very thought of it threw Meaty M8 Blaze It into hysterics.

"Eh man, be cool, I didn't mean ta mahk ya piss yaself der shanksy boy eeeehhhyyy" the donkey grunted.

"We'll I'm fucking covered in my own excrement, I demand compensation in the form of your donkey tongue on my soiled undergarments," the riled up old timer remarked, not unlike an aristocrat would.

"We'll eh I uh ehh cahn't help ya with that bud" the threatened donkey threatened.

Meaty M8 Blaze It retorted by smacking the flamboyant donkey on the head with his stapler, he looked out the window to stop the blood and grey matter from getting in his, when he saw something that made his blood run cold. A large aircraft heading directly towards the tower. Grand Shanks took cover and began to cry.

It was at this point that Meaty woke up from his reoccurring nightmare.

"Phew, it was all a dream," thought Meaty M8 with a sigh of relief, as he woke from his stupor, "I'm sure glad, that I am not a pony, I am in fact a Boeing 737, carrying several extremely nice and reasonable Saddle Arabian passengers, who had this lovely new kind of jewellery that the other ponies called box cutter knives."

The plane looked towards the Manehatten skyline, he felt free.

Then he nose dived violently and crashed into the World Trot Centre, the blast killing him instantly.