Cider eventually realized that he should probably get his computer back from The Lizard King, given that it was expensive and had a lot of important files on it, like his work and porn.

He went back to the sewer wear The Lizard King lived and found it deserted.  Celestria lay on the floor, filled with lizard semen (but not inflated, because the plushie fabric doesn't stretch much at all). (AN: I've checked. THAT'S $62.17 DOLLARS WASTED!!!! At least I got a free flash-drive.) He stepped over the cum-stained plushie and began unplugging the computer and it's various things from the power-strip and and each-other. But then, he realized that he had no way to carry all the heavy parts back to his house.

"How did The Lizard King move them?" he wondered, "probably by sending legions of lower reptiles to carry them, like ants."

Cider sighed and went back to his house to grab one of those little toy wagons. The red kind that rust in your backyard after you can no longer ride around in it; which, given your onset of puberty and metabolism, was somewhere around the general area of 10-ish. He carried it back to The Lizard King's hovel and put all his computer stuff in there before walking it back to his house. He looked homeless because he was still wearing the clothes he had slept in, thrice. He was given an offer for some money by a suburban soccer-mom, and eagerly took the $20 bucks.

The Lizard King didn't really care, because he had gotten to play Skyrim for a few hours, which is how much actually enjoyable content is in that game.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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(AN: Skyrim is a great game and I really like it. I don't own Skyrim. Don't Kill me Bethesda!)