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"I'll never understand the point in tipping." Said Mr. Orange

"You don't tip?" Asked Mr. Purple

"Nope, never. It's a waste of fuckin' time." Replied Mr. Orange

"What if the waitress gives you really good service?" This time it was Mr. Green

"No, why would I pay her extra for doing her job?" Mr Orange again.

"What would qualify her for a tip?" Asked Mr. Blue

"What if she gave you a hoof job under the table?" Joked Mr. Black. Everyone at the table chuckled.

"Well then maybe she would have earned a tip, but no more than one percent." Said Mr. Orange.

"Stingy fuck." Said Mr. Blue.

"Whatever yellow." Said Mr. Orange. "Hey why do we need these fucking nicks anyway? I don't even like orange."

"Yeah, I wanna know too." threw in Mr. Green.

"Look, the last thing we need is to call out each others names and get recognized. We're keeping the names so get used to it." Replied Mr. White in a final tone.

"You're not angry 'cause you got a cool name. Mr. White. That just sounds cool." Said Mr. Green, "I'm Mr. Green. I sound like I should be on a kids show. Teaching 'em numbers and shit."

"Please," Said Mr. Red, "You can barely count."

"Yeah, laugh it up." Said Mr. Green in a joking tone. These five had been friends for the past ten years, best friends in fact. All of the men at the table were changelings, though they looked like the long-extinct race of humans. After humans went extinct the changelings decided to take up the look, now most changelings remained in human form for most of their lives.

"Alright, is everyone done eating? I'm ready to ghost." Said Mr. White, looking at everyone's empty plates.

"Yeah, I'm good too." Said Mr. Black.

"Me too." said the others separately

"Okay, let's split the check. Everyone throw in some money, including the tip, Orange." Said Mr. White.

"You kidding me?" Said Mr. Orange in an upset tone.

"Sorry she didn't blow you, she was probably busy with the other customers." Said Mr. Blue mockingly, "Forgive her."

Mr. Blue and Mr. orange were always at each other's throats. They were only joking, of course. They were probably closer with each other than any of the others. Everybody was throwing some money into the middle of the table.

"Oh, sorry guys I've only got a buck with me." Said Mr. Red, smiling.

"Yeah, well you better find some on the floor, quick." Said Mr. White. Red, pretend grudgingly, pulled out a twenty like the others and threw it in the pile. Mr. White collected the money and started counting it, making sure everyone put in a fair amount.

"Twenty-thirty-fourty..." Whispered White to himself.

"Who 'forgot' to throw in an extra ten?" Asked White, realizing there was ten missing.

Everyone turned to Mr. Orange. Orange looked at the guys with a frown on his face.

"Alright, alright, here you go." said Orange, reaching back into his wallet for a ten.

"Uh-uh. For trying to hold out you gotta give five." Said Mr. Red.

"What?! Come on..." Grumbled Orange as he threw fifteen dollars towards check lying on the table. Everyone had a good chuckle at Mr. Orange's expense before the waitress came over.

"Everything alright? You didn't need anything else did you? Ohihopenotbecausethatwouldn'tbefunatallandilovefun-" Said the waitress before being silenced by the men at the table.

"That will be all, thank you. It was delicious." Said Mr. Blue with everyone else at the table consenting.

"Okie dokie loki!" Said the waitress as she picked up the money from the table, "Come again!"

The men all began to get up and stretch, showing off their black suits and ties. They had been there a while. Mr. Red wasn't sure what he had wanted and kept everyone waiting for twenty minutes.

"This is the last time we bring Mr. Red to lunch." Said Mr. White as they left.

"It ain't my fault they got so many things in that place!" Retorted Mr. Red as they walked out of Sugarcube Corner.

"We all seemed to find what we wanted pretty easy." said Mr. Black

"I'm bad? What about Mr. Orange?" defended Red.

"That's true. We should probably leave 'em both." Joked Mr. Blue.

"No, Orange isn't bad. He's just cheap, you can't blame him for that." this time it was Mr. Green taking a stab at Orange.

"Oh ha-ha-ha. Come on chuckles, let's just hurry up and get moving, we ain't got much time." said Orange.

Everyone got in one of the three cars. The drivers started up their engines hurrying their friends. Once everybody was inside the convoy started moving towards Canterlot. It was only a twenty minute trip and they made it in no-time. The convoy parked a couple of blocks away from the Castle, giving each other enough breathing room to make it seem as if the cars were unrelated with each other. All the men stepped out of their cars and began to walk towards the castle, each man mentally preparing themselves for the mission ahead.

It would be a long day

Author's Note

This is only the beginning of what I hope to be a great story. Hope you like it.