Mission From God

Spike and Al were trying to figure out a place to work.

"Maybe we should try the Carousel Boutique. I'm sure Rarity would love to give us a job!" Spike said.

"I don't know what or who that is but if it will get me a job then I'm all for it."

They went down to the boutique and asked her for a job. She said she would appreciate the help as she was working really hard on this new order.

Over the course of the week Spike and Al went to the boutique, did their work, and then went home to play video games together. They were in the middle of an epic Portal 2 co-op game when they got a call from Rarity.

"Ye, this is Al, what do you need?"

"I NEED YOUR HELP EVERYTHING'S GONE WRONG ASAFHAIFDHFKDF"

They rushed to their workplace and found Rarity crying. Spike instantly ran to her aid.

"What's wrong?"

"They don't like the dresses I made and their making me recreate them! Who does that? Especially when I'm giving them the dresses for free!"

"Free? What? I've been doing all this work for free?" Al said as he got really angry. "Anyway you should do what they ask. You're providing a service to them.

"No, she should force her dresses upon them! Feel the wrath of Rarity!" Spike exclaimed.

What ensued was a battle of very little proportion. No one even hit the other person, they just sort of stared. Rarity didn't want to have to deal with any of it so she just fired them.

Spike and Al went to the library.

"Twilight, I need my job back." Spike was telling the truth here.

"I see you've learned your lesson. Well, you need a good rest for the work I have planned tomorrow so go lay down in your bed!"

"Actually Twilight, I'm staying at the motel. It's so awesome, Al and I play video games all the time."

Dang it, Spike, Twilight thought. This letter isn't going to read as well if you don't work for me AND live for me. Oh well, maybe I can spin this into something about letting people move on or something. Be humble and all that jazz.

"Okay, Spike, you can work for me."

Al got a job at some bakery.