The Amazing Adventures of Spike

Spike was continuing his journey one day when he happened upon The Beatles.

"Eh, what's this little guy doing" John instantly said.

"I think that's a dragon," Ringo replied in his typical calm tone.

"Do I know you guys?" Spike inquired.

Spike genuinely could not think of the men in front of him, though he thought they looked familiar.

"You don't know us? My name is Paul McCartney. This here is John, Ringo, and George. Together, we form a band called The Beatles."

Spike had a sudden realization.

"Oh, you mean the guys who took on the Third Reich, and personally shot Hitler?" Spike promptly replied.

"Eh? What in the fuck is this little dragon talking about, Ringo?" George was terribly confused.

"No idea." Ringo shared his sentiment.

Spike now realized who the men in front of them were. He was familiar with their music, but more so familiar with the deeds they accomplished in their personal lives.

"Do you need any help, little fellow?" John said in a helpful tone.

"I'm not going to take that from a wife beater." Simultaneously, Spike walked up to John and punched him in the groin.

"What the fuck are you twats doing? Get the little bastard you dumb fucks!" John said with his British tone, in agony.

Spike stood there non-nonchalantly.

BUT THEN

Just when they weren't looking, Spike took out an AK-47. He was used to these kind of situations, you see. Whenever he stumbled upon a puppy or someone who hadn't been paying their taxes, he executed them without a second thought. Wherever he trot, he was known as the merciless executioner. However, he was firm in his will and beliefs.

"You guys made great music, it's unfortunate you were massive pieces of shit. Ringo, you were a drunk who no one cared about. Paul, I'm pretty sure you are responsible for the creation of Al Qaeda as well as World War I. John, yours sins are insurmountable, so I'll be torturing you. George, I would complain about you too but no one can see what you do over your giant fucking nose." Spike said without emotion.

And then, without a second thought, executed Paul, Ringo, and George. He wanted to play with John a little bit, so he let him live for a little while. He plucked off his skin, pissed in his mouth, and forcibly choked him off and on for about an hour. Once he had finished, he was satisfied.

"Well, I suppose that's that. Better clean up so I don't bother anypony."

Spike piled and burned the remains of the once popular musicians. He buried the ashes under a willow tree, for which he shit upon afterwords. With the punishment of our lord and savior done, Spike can rest easy knowing he did a job well done. Spike said a prayer, and went on his way.

Thus, Spike continued on his tireless journey, not knowing what he may encounter. All he knows is that he is happy.