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Anon walks gleefully along the streets of Ponyville, carrying herself a wagon full of cold medicine. "This is gonna be so rad. The mare at the counter didn't even question me! Then again, I did tell her it was so I could give it to the hospital... Eh, I don't care. Now, onward to the production of illicit substances!"

Anon arrives at her current place of residence, with a milf and a pansy of a colt. She walks in through the front door, carrying the wagon with her.

"Hi sweetie, what's all that for?" Bellbottom asks.

"Stuff. Figured we could have some extra in case we get sick." Anon lies non-chalantly, carefully making her way down to the basement with her drugs.

"Alright, have fun dear!" Bellbottom giggles, before going back to sweeping the living room floors.

Anon sets the wagon off to the side, gazing at her little collection of supplies. "Finally, I have them all. Now, to put everything here to good use... Thanks random twitter guy, couldn't have done this without you."

Aster follows her down quietly, out of boredom more than anything.

Anon unloads her wagon, setting the cases of bottles down in a stack, opposite to a stack of gallons filled with drinking water. She turns to see Aster at the bottom of the stairs, groaning.

"Oh, am I bothering you? I just, wanted to see what's going on..." Aster apologizes, about to walk out of the basement.

"... Am I really about to do this? ... Yes, yes I am. I don't want him causing problems. Getting him in on it right now should mitigate any chance he'll snitch, especially if I say it's a sibling bonding thing." Anon thinks, placing a hoof on Aster as he's turning to leave. "Aster, wait. I could use your help with this, if that's okay." She bats her eyes at him. "Taking all I have to not barf after that. But, these ponies have their wiles, and I'd better get used to using them if I wanna manipulate the horsies."

Aster stops in his tracks. "You... want my help? Wow! I was beginning to think you didn't like me or something." He beams, walking a bit further into the room, standing out of the way. As he does.

"Yeah. I could use a lab assistant. If you grab what I ask you to grab for me so I can keep my eyes on things, I'd be very grateful." Anon smiles, faking it.

Aster salutes. "Yes ma'am!"

Anon gets to her workstation. "Alright, I want you to grab me both of the measuring cups, funnel, a gallon of the water, one of the empty jugs, and one of the cold medicine bottles."

Aster does so diligently, quickly retrieving the items in the order Anon listed them off in.

With that, Anon begins to pour the cold medicine out of the bottle into the larger of the measuring cups. Placing the funnel over the bottle, she pours exactly half of the medicine back in. Using the smaller measuring cup, she pours the water in until it reads as half of the full bottle's measurement, pouring it back into the bottle. With that, she removes the funnel, caps the bottle back up, and pours the other half of the medicine into the jug. Finally, she gently swirls the bottle of now diluted cough medicine.

"What are you doing exactly?" Aster asks, having been watching intently during the process.

"Preparing the medicine for donation to the hospital." Anon answers, moving onto the next bottle.

"But, why are you putting water in there, and taking medicine out?" Aster continues to prod.

"Look, Aster. I'm gonna be frank with you. Sometimes, ponies need to make money, and sometimes, our talents aren't able to get us good jobs, so we do what we can. I have a question mark, what talent even is that? So, I'm using other means to make money. In this case, turning cold medicine into something ponies also want, but can't get otherwise. This is a secret job, but we get the product out, and get paid for it. And, I think this is a good way to make lots of money. Don't you want to have a bigger allowance?" Anon explains, putting it in the best light she can.

Aster thinks about this for a moment, before nodding his head. "I... guess."

Anon pats Aster on the back. "Good! Oh, and could you put the bottle over in that spot?" She points it out. "Sorting out the ones I've already done is important."

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A mysterious filly with a green coat, dressed in a black jacket and equally black fedora, carries a black suitcase with her to the Ponyville train station. The time? 1 am, when all of the populace is generally asleep. Save for her, and a couple of shifty, taller stallions wearing beige trenchcoats and fedoras. If one were to look closely, they could see light tan, almost cream colored coats beneath their sleeves.

"You got the goods, Tutz?" The mustached one asks.

"Right here, and the dosh?" The small filly asks in return.

"As promised. Save for, our share, of course." The facial hairless one replies.

"Don't think you can short me, I know my numbers quite well. If I find either of you trying to pull one over on me, you won't have to just worry about the authorities. Capische?" The filly warns.

"We wouldn't dream of it. After all, you're the only supplier. It would be in our best interest to keep on your good side." The mustached one assures her, setting down a black briefcase.

Without another word, they exchange their cases, before parting ways.

"Thank you special talent."

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Author's Note

Math? I much prefer Meth, thank you. Things get even worse from here fellas, strap ~~on~~ in. Anon has more atrocities to commit than this, and the next one is a fucking disaster.