I Once Was Lost, But Now Am Found

The truck pulled to a stop in front of the bar underneath the soft glow of the large neon sign that read 'Lefty's'. "Finally...." Paul muttered as he set the parking break and turned off the truck. "I've been needing a cold one all day."

"Listen man, I'm not sure if I should drink..." Joe started to say before he was cut off.

"Man....we're just going have a couple beers...we're not going on a bender....if we were, don't you think I would have someone on call for a ride?"

"Yeah, but Coach..." Joe began to say.

"No disrespect to your coach, but fuck what he says. A beer or two won't kill you. Live a little why don't you?" Paul said as he got out of the truck.

Joe took a deep sigh before following Paul into the bar...

* * *

As the two stepped into the bar, Paul took a moment to look around.

There were a good number of patrons in the bar that night. A number of the regulars were there including: Berry Punch along with Lyra Heartstrings and Bon Bon. Ditzy "Derpy Hooves" Doo was sitting at the bar with Doctor Whooves along with Cheerlie, Thunderlane, and Caramel.

"Quite the crowd tonight huh?" Paul whispered under his breath as he and Joe made their way through the crowd.

"Yeah....I didn't think so many ponies would be here tonight. Must have been a long week." Joe remarked.

Finally reaching the bar, they sat down as the bartender came over.

"Hey what can I....Joe? Paul? What's up guy's?" Tamer asked.

"Tamer?.....You still work here? I thought you would have gotten shit canned after that bar fight with the guys." Joe asked incredulously.

"You would have thought that but Paul here managed to convince the owner to let me stay on. Even got me promoted to full bartender!" Tamer remarked proudly.

"How'd you pull that off?" Joe asked.

"I'll tell ya in a minute. Tamer, could you get us a couple of beers?" Paul asked the bartender.

"Sure, keep it on the down low though would you?" Tamer said as he placed a mug of ale each in front of the two.

"Wilco.....Anyone asks, I bought all the beers we'll have tonight." Paul said as he pulled out his chain wallet and placed some bits on the counter top.

"Alrighty....Let me know if you guys need anything else." Tamer said before walking to another end of the bar.

The two each picked up their mug of ale before clinking them together. "Cheers." Paul said.

"Ditto." Joe replied before Paul knocked back a gulp of his beer. Joe slowly brought the bottle to his lips and took a smidge. He made a face that said he didn't quite know what to think.

"See? What I tell ya? Feels good don't it?" Paul said, slapping Joe on his back before taking another sip of beer.

"Yeah, I guess so...Tastes a little funny though." Joe said taking another sip.

"You'll get used to it. Beer can be a bit of an acquired taste. Hard liquor like Tequila or Vodka is just plain rough but as long as you have a shitload of limes, you're good. Did six tequila shots in a row with a bunch of limes." Paul said as he took another sip.

"Why'd Tamer say keep it on the down low?" Joe asked.

"Because he didn't want you getting in trouble with your Coach. Just because you're 18 now doesn't mean he wants you drinking while you're on the team."

"Good Point........ So what exactly happened when you walked in on Fluttershy and Big Mac?" Joe asked

"Man.... I gotta tell you..... there are some things that just boggle the mind with how they manage to work. There were things that man was not meant to see....... All I can say is it was like a bratwurst through a Cheerio...." Paul said as he took a very large drink from his mug.

"Well......That's a horrifying image." Joe said taking an equally large drink.

"At least you didn't actually see it...... What has been seen cannot be unseen..." Paul said before shuddering.

"And then you walked in on Applejack and Soarin'?" Joe asked.

"Yeah... at that point I didn't give a shit anymore because I had just seen the worst already. So I just asked her where the first aid kit was and talked with Soarin' for a short bit."

"You walk in on them and start a conversation with Soarin' while he's naked under the covers?" Joe asked before taking another drink.

"Yep....All can say is that I feel very insignificant right now......" he said crossing his legs.

"Dude....they're ponies. They do have home field advantage on that...Besides...You and I aren't exactly lacking in that department either." Joe said finishing off his beer.

"Yeah I guess..." He said drinking the rest of his beer.

"Hey TAMER!" Paul called out.

"Yeah?" Tamer said as walked over from chatting up a lovely mare.

"Two more dude!" Paul said placing some money on the counter top.

"Copy that!" Tamer said, retrieving their mugs, refilling them, and placing them on the counter again.

"Thanks man!" Paul said as Tamer went back to chat up the mare.

"How'd you manage getting Tamer to keep his job anyway?" Joe asked as he took a sip.

"Well, let me answer your question with a question. How do you think I paid for my truck, house, ammunition, and my helicopter?"

"I thought it was working for the Apple fam..wait you have a helicopter?" Joe said.

"Yeah...I never told you that?....Yeah Flim and Flam built me a Huey. Grandfather took me flying a lot when I was kid. Taught me how to fly and even let me have the controls a couple times. You just need to know what you’re doing and it becomes second nature."

"Huh...." Joe muttered, taking a sip from his beer then making a sour face.

"Anyway... yeah, in addition to working for the Apple Family, I work as a fixer. I solve problems that have ponies have." He noticed he was getting a worried look from Joe after that last sentence. "Not like that......ponies have problems, I solve them. Case in point: Tamer. I managed to...... persuade the bar owner to not fire Tamer and in fact give a promotion to full bartender."

"Wow...." Joe said in a surprised tone as he took another drink.

"Plus, I also do some jobs for Flim and Flam directly. I fix problems for them as well, amongst other things." Paul said taking a large drink.

"What consists of 'amongst other things'?" Joe inquired.

"Well I can't say too much... Confidential you know... but there was this one job." Paul said pausing to drink.

"Yeah?" Joe asked with a spike of interest.

"There was this one job that took me all the way to Los Pegasus. What happened was there was scientist driving this carriage around the city with precious cargo in the trunk that he had stolen from the Los Palamos National Laboratory in New Mexicolt." He said before taking another drink.

"Go on..." Joe said, now extremely interested.

"Anyway, long story short... I had to compete with this mare that was assigned to retrieve it by Celestia herself along with these local guys who got in the mix. I came out on top though... Got the carriage and took it to Flim and Flam. That job netted me about 20,000 bits." He said topping his sentence off with a drink.

"Cool! What was in the trunk anyway?" Joe asked before taking another drink.

"Can't tell you, Confidential. I will tell you this though... whatever weird shit was in that trunk...It was glowing..... and that's all I got to say about that." He replie, finishing with another drink.

"Cool story..." Joe said before pausing. "Hey Paul.... why were you crying in the truck on the way to Sweet Apple Acres?"

Paul sighed deeply before taking a large gulp. "Because.....I'm scared man....This thing with Apple Bloom is probably the first thing that's made me truly happy since I was stranded here. I'm scared I'm going to fuck it up..... That and 'Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want' by The Smiths was playing and that's automatic tearjerker because it described how I'm feeling to a T." he said chuckling for a moment before finishing his beer.

"Don't worry man..." Joe said, patting Paul on the back. "You're a good guy, you treat her right and she really likes you, probably even loves you. You'll be fine."

"You… think so?" Paul asked encouragingly

"I do... excuse me for a moment, I need to use the bathroom." Joe said before finishing his beer and walking off to the bathroom.

Paul sat there for a minute before Tamer came back over. "Can I get you anything else Paul?"

"Nah, that'll be all for tonight Tamer." he said

"Quitting early eh? Thou hast lost an eighth!" Tamer laughed jokingly.

"Nah, I'm still the same loveable hard drinking, hard smoking son of a bitch. I just have dinner with my fillyfriend and her family tomorrow." Paul replied, chuckling at Tamer's joke.

"Alright! Who's the lucky filly?" Tamer replied happily

"Apple Bloom. Going to be going over there so we can tell her family we're dating." Paul replied.

"Oof...I don't envy your chances but you have my sympathies....but the Farmer's Daughter....ooohh...that's quite a prize." Tamer stated.

"Yeah, I know it's going to be one hell of an awkward dinner, but she's worth it man."

"I wish you luck.... by the way, is Joe done as well?" Tamer asked.

"Yeah we're both good." Paul said as Tamer picked up the mugs and began whipping them out.

Joe came out of the bathroom just as Tamer picked up the mugs. "Ready to go Joe?... Huh...Poet and I didn't even know it." Paul chuckled to himself.

"Yeah...Let's roll." Joe said when all of a sudden a loud voice that cut through the bar...

"HEY DICKHEAD!!" The voice yelled to Joe as Tamer killed the music for dramatic effect. "You've got a lot nerve showing up here after last time!" As the stallion the voice belonged to began walking towards Joe.

"Somebody you know?" Paul said in a smart-alec voice.

"Yeah...He's the guy who's clock I cleaned after he wouldn't leave Pipsqueak alone the time of that bar fight… the one that trashed the bar." Joe said in a stern voice to size up the stallion.

"Well you're one whose clock is gonna get cleaned this time punk!" The stallion sneered as he moved towards Joe. All of a sudden Paul stuck his foot out and tripped the stallion.

A large collective gasp rang out through the bar as the stallion rose to his feet and sized up Paul. 'Wow...he's almost as big as Joe.' Paul thought as he looked over the stallions shoulder.

"All right Punk... now I'm gonna…" The stallion began to say before he was interrupted.

"Woah, Woah, dude...what's that? Paul said in a cheery tone as pointed over the stallions shoulder.

The stallion looked over shoulder for a moment before looking back a Paul just in time to see his fist land squarely in his face knocking him over onto the table occupied by Thunderlane and Caramel.

"It is amazing how often that trick actually works…" Paul muttered with grin before a hoof connected with his face, busting his lip. He looked over to see one the stallion’s friends standing there with an evil grin. "I'm… I'm sorry. Did you just punch me or did I get bit by a mosquito?" Paul laughed before the stallion punched him again giving him a black eye. "Hey Joe, if you happen to see that guy's friend, can you tell him his grandmother's trying to work me over?"

"Sure..." Joe chuckled as he grabbed the stallion and kneed him in the gut. The stallion let out a wheeze of air as the wind was knocked out of him. Joe swung his elbow down and crashed a powerful blow to the back of the stallion’s head that knocked him clean out.

Paul raised an eyebrow. “Damn… his grandkids are gonna feel that… you know that right?” Paul asked and Joe just chuckled.

The first stallion began to get up before Thunderlane and Caramel punched him out at the same time. "That's for ruining our beer, you jackass!" Thunderlane said with a smirk.

"Tell him Thunderlane!" Caramel remarked.

"Would you stop saying th..." Thunderlane began to say before he was knocked backwards by a punch from one of the stallion’s friends.

Tamer sighed deeply. "Here we go again... And on that note we the cue the music." He chuckled as he turned the radio back on to the classic Rock station before once again leaping over the counter to join the fray. The music began to rumble in the bar and could be head over the yelling and roaring of fighting stallions, and two men.

Are you ready Steve? Uh-huh

Andy? Yeah

Mick? Okay

Alright fellas - let's go!

The entire bar had turned into free-for-all melee.

Doctor Whooves was managing to hold off a stallion that was going after Ditzy. He slammed several punched into the stallion’s face. The stallion shook his head to shake off the daze then plowed Doctor Whooves with a single punch that crashed him through some tables.

Caramel was getting into it with the stallion that had knocked out Thunderlane while all the other ponies were fighting each other.

Paul had picked up a chair and was taking on a large group of stallions. He swung the chair in a sweeping motion, connecting with four of the stallions and knocking them to the floor. "Just call me ‘Chairman of the Board’, Motherfucker! Woo! Woo!"

Joe was holding his own when all of a sudden a large voice cut through and said "REMATCH!" Joe spun around to see Snowflake coming at him before Paul yelled "HEY! ROID RAGE!!"

Snowflake spun around to see Paul standing withe battered chair. He raised it above his head and laughed, "Time to sit in the time out chair!" before hurling the chair at Snowflakes head. The Oak chair shattered over his head and Snowflake turned to Joe wearing a "See You Next Wednesday" look on his face before slowly falling backwads and collapsing in a heap.

"What the hell man? I had a knockdown, drag out brawl with him for 5 minutes and you drop him in 10 seconds!?" Joe asked incredulously.

"You should have used a chair.... You mustn't be afraid to think a little bigger darling." He said in a British accent before returning to the fray as the music hit the chorus:

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah-Yeah-Yeah

And the man in the back said everyone attack

And it turned into a ballroom blitz

And the girl in the corner said boy I want to warn you

It'll turn into a ballroom blitz

Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz

Joe looked over to see Whooves still going at it with the one stallion but he was losing ground quickly. Joe quickly rushed over and grabbed the stallion by the back of the neck.

The stallion gasped as he was flung over the bar counter. All of a sudden two more stallions charged at them with pool cues. Joe was about to step back before another stallion snapped a pool cue across the back of his head.

“OW… FUCK!” Joe yelled, giving a slight delay in his swear. The two stallions in front of Joe gulped as he grabbed the third stallion and tossed him into the other two.

Meanwhile, Paul had been thrown onto the counter top and was being held by one stallion while another held a broken bottle menacingly close to his throat. He looked over the bar to see Derpy huddling and shaking in the bartender's area.

He looked over to her and whispered, "Hey...Derpy." The cross-eyed mare looked up at him. Paul motioned to the drink rack and whispered, "Whiskey..." Derpy nodded quickly and retrieved a bottle whiskey before sneaking it into Paul's hand. "Thanks Honey Muffin." He said with a wink before swinging the bottle backwards and breaking over the head of the stallion holding him.

The stallion collapsed and the second stallion stood back in shock with a look of horror on his face as Paul shook himself off and pointed menacingly at the stallion before advancing on him. Paul brought his left thumb across his throat in a slit throat threat that made the stallion gulp.

The stallion attempted to flee but Paul grabbed him by his shirt collar. "Where you think you're going, shit kicker?" He asked before giving him a powerful toss. The stallion tumbled down the countertop, into all the bottles and mugs still on the counter before he landed in a bloody unceremonious heap at the other end.

"HEY PAUL, LITTLE HELP OVER HERE!!" Joe yelled as Paul spun around to see Joe clocked by a stallion with a haymaker punch. Joe returned the swing and knocked the stallion over a table but 2 more took stallions took his place. Paul ran into Tamer on the way over who had just finished his own fight.

"HEY TAMER! You got something like a Bat or a baton?" Paul asked hurriedly.

"Yeah, there's a bat under the counter!" Tamer yelled.

"Thanks! Hey! Don't worry about this! I'll straighten it out with the owner!" Paul assured him before running to the bartender's area. Looking under the counter, he saw that, true to Tamer's word, there was a baseball bat. He quickly grabbed the bat before running over to where Joe and Whooves were trying to protect Ditzy.

Paul ran up behind one of the stallions and swung the bat as hard as he could against the stallions skull. The stallion fell to the ground screaming in pain as the other two looked away from Whooves and Joe, allowing them to sucker punch them into unconsciousness.

"Alright! Whooves get Ditzy and get out of here! We'll cover your retreat!"

"Righto! Come on Derpy! Alonns-y!" Whooves announced as he grabbed Derpy and made his way out of the bar with Paul and Joe keeping any oncoming fighters off their back.

"Alright! Now let's get..."

"AARRRRRRG!!!!" Snowflake screamed as he got up and charged the two teenagers.

"SHHHHHHIIIIIIITTTTT!!!!!!" Paul and Joe screamed as They were tackled through the front window.
All three groaned as the lay amongst the blood covered shards of glass on the sidewalk.

Paul slowly rose to his feet and noticed part of his jacket was shredded. "You....SON OF A BITCH!! AHHHH!!!" Paul screamed as he tried to tackle Snowflake into the ground. Paul felt like he had just hit a brick wall. “WHAT THE… FUCK!” Paul yelled as he slammed a punch into the stallion’s hulking chest. It to felt like he had punched a brick wall.

Snowflake gave a simple flick of his wrist, which to Paul felt like a hammer to the head. “Fuck… who is he? Mike Tyson… he better not bite off my ear…” Paul regained his anger over his tattered jacket. Just as Paul swiveled around, he saw Joe tackle Snowflake.

“That fucker makes it look easy!” Paul hissed, his anger still flowing freely. The two hulking battering rams went head to head, completely ignoring Paul and giving him just the advantage he needed.

He rushed over to him and kicked his knee sideways. The stallion was hard kept to keep his balance for the only second before Paul began pummeling him with a vicious fury. "YOU FUCKING ROID JUICING BASTARD!!! THIS WAS MY FATHER'S JACKET!! IT'S ONE OF THE LAST THINGS I HAVE FROM HIM, YOU! GOD! DAMN! MOTHER! FUCKING! SON! OF! A! BITCH!" He screamed punctuating each word with a freight train punch.

Joe gasped in shock as he realized that Paul probably intended to beat Snowflake to death.

"PAUL!!" Joe yelled as he reached out to Paul, who was still punching the now black and blue face of Snowflake. "PAUL STOP IT!! YOU'LL KILL HIM!" Joe yelled as he pulled Paul off of the shaking stallion.

Joe looked at his bloodied eyes and saw a look of true terror in the hulking stallion’s bruised and battered face. Joe turned Paul around as he attempted to get free and continue to pummel Snowflake and shook him violently. "SNAP OUT IT MAN! GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!" He roared as Paul continued to thrash.

“LAST FUCKING CHANCE PAUL…” Joe warned. Paul continued to thrash towards the now painfully withering Snowflake. Joe held Paul back with one hand and remorsefully knocked out Paul with a single punch. “Sorry buddy… shit!” Joe muttered as he heard the sound of incoming sirens.

He looked over to Snowflake who was whimpering as he tried to stand. “Uhm… see you next week… he-he.” Joe chuckled with a heavy tone of uncertainty in his voice as he flopped the unconscious Paul, over his shoulder. Snowflake shook painfully as Joe gently placed one of his forelegs over his shoulder then brought the duo over to Paul’s truck.

* * *

"J...Joe? What happened? I feel like I blacked out for a moment and OH GOD why do my knuckles look and feel like they've punched a brick wall!? And why does my face feel like… fuck." He groaned as he rubbed his aching jaw. He then gently rubbed his bruised and bloodied knuckles.

"You're not far off Paul." Joe said as he pointed to the bloodied Snowflake.

"What?....oh Jesus Christ! I'm so fucking sorry man! I..." he said as he moved to pick up the hulking stallion but Snowflake whimpered away.

He turned back to Joe with a remorseful look on his face, "I.... I..... I didn't mean to....."

"Never mind him, he'll be okay. We should get the hell out of Dodge." Joe replied. Snowflake began to stagger away in pain, not wanting to be near Paul in case he flipped again. As if to support Joe’s point the wail of police sirens drew ever closer.

"IT'S COPS MAN! BAIL! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Paul yelled as he and Joe jumped in the truck and blew the horn to emphasize his point. At this, all the ponies inside began to scatter and flee as the police carriages rolled up to the bar. Paul turned the key but the engine merely spun its wheels.

"START THE FUCKING TRUCK MAN! THE COPS ARE COMING!" Joe yelled.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I'M DOING!? JERKING OFF!? MAYBE MY FUCKING TRUCK DECIDED IT HATES ME!" Paul yelled back as he continued to try and turn over the engine.

"Come on baby. Please turn over for me." He prayed as he kept turning the key.

"HURRY UP! THE COPS ARE ALMOST HERE!" Joe yelled.

"I KNOW THAT! YOU THINK I'M FUCKING DEAF!?" Paul yelled as he continued to fiddle with the key and press the gas pedal.

"Please. Please! Come On!" He pleaded. "AAAHHHH!!" He yelled before slamming his head into the horn. *BEEP!* Suddenly the engine inexplicably roared to life and the radio turned on. Paul and Joe looked at each other in bewilderment as Paul let out a small gasp "I swear to fucking Christ my Stereo has a mind of its own." Before stepping on the gas pedal and pealing out away from bar. Unfortunately a number of the squad carriages did not stop at the bar and commenced chasing the truck.
"THE FUCKING COPS ARE ON OUR TAIL MAN!" Joe yelled as he looked out the back window

"I KNOW THE COPS ARE ON OUR TAIL! THANKS FOR THE HEADS UP CAPTAIN FUCKING OBVIOUS!" Paul yelled back as he pressed the accelerator to floor and shifted into 4th gear.

The truck tore down the street as bystanders dove out of the way. "Jesus Paul! This isn't fucking Carmageddon!" Joe yelled.

"I know that! You really think I'm not trying to avoid hitting these guys!?" He yelled before swinging a left onto Everfree Street and tearing it up at 65 MPH. "Shit! They're still managing to keep up with us!" He yelled as swerved around a carriage in the street.

"Go faster! We got to lose the heat!" Joe yelled as he looked out the back window.

"I can't go any faster. There isn't enough road! We need to get Mane Street, it's the longest road in town! We can lose them there!" Paul yelled as he downshifted and swung a right onto Magic Avenue.

"Let's see if can shake 'em off." Paul said as he turned the truck to the left and drove on the empty sidewalk. The police carriages kept their pace with the truck on the road. "GET YOUR HEAD DOWN!" Paul yelled to Joe as he swung the truck to the right and used the PIT maneuver against one of the carriages, sending it spinning into a parked carriage.

"One down...." Paul said as he swung the truck to left and into an alley with one of the squad carriages following while the rest continued down the street to try and cut them off. Paul maneuvered the truck through the alley, avoiding garbage cans and dumpster bins before slamming on the brakes. Paul threw the truck into reverse and slammed into the police carriage, disabling it before speeding off out of the alley. "Good thing I got those magic reinforced bumpers..." He chuckled as he slapped the truck back into gear and sped out of the alleyway.

The truck roared onto 7th street. As they did they saw the police carriages that had moved to cut them off turn left onto 7th and were heading in their direction. "LATER ASSHOLES!" Paul yelled out the window as the passed the carriages. The cops, realizing their mistake, swung the carriages around and continued to give chase.

"Are we almost to Mane Street yet!?" Joe yelled while watching the cops.

"Almost! Just a couple more intersections! I need you to watch the right! I'll watch the left!" He ordered as he came up on an intersection.

"Clear!" Joe informed Paul.

"Clear!" Paul replied as they sped through the intersection and came up on the next one.

"Clear!" Joe informed.

"Clear!" Paul replied.

"Alright, Mane Street is going to be the next right! When we turn I want you to hold onto your hat cowboy!" Paul yelled.

10 seconds later they swung a right on to Mane Street with the cops nipping at their heels.

"To quote a phrase: 'Let's see if you bastards can do 90!'" Paul said as he shifted into 5th and pressed the accelerator right against the floor. The trucks powerful V6 roared with all its fury as it sped down the street. The speedometer slowly began increasing: "65, 75, 85, 95, 105, 115, 125 MPH."

"Holy Shit! This thing's managing to keep pace with my Shelby Cobra!" Joe said as the town quickly sped by.

"You should ask Flim and Flam to put in some upgrades, give it that extra boost." Paul remarked as the cops began to become smaller and smaller before they disappeared over the horizon.

Paul swung the truck to the right onto Luna Parkway and backed into an alley to hide from the cops. "Finally....We lost 'em."

*Music Ends*

"Holy Shit… that was… AWESOME!" Joe said with an excited smile.

"Thanks....heh..You look like shit Joe..." Paul said as he lit a cigarette and took a drag.

Joe looked in the mirror to see the blood from the glass and bruises leaking down his face. "Heh. You're one to talk hamburger meat." Joe remarked as he showed the rear view mirror to Paul. Paul looked in the mirror at his scratched, bloodied, and bruised face.

"Shit, we gotta to get this truck off the road and out of sight. You wouldn't happen to have anybody who could give medical care without reporting us to the cops and that would be able to hide a vehicle would you?" Paul said.

"As a matter of fact I do....." Joe said with a bloodied smile.

* * *

A knock came at the door as Twilight Sparkle rustled in her bed. "Hmpph…Go away..." The knock continued incessantly until Twilight finally got up. "Who could that be at this hour?" She scowled, walking through the hallway upstairs.

"Twilight? What's going on?" Spike asked as he stepped out of his room in nightcap and gown with yawn.

"I don't know, but I'm about to find out." She replied as she descended the staircase and walked over to the front door.

"Hello... OH MY CELESTIA!!! JOE! PAUL! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!?" She screamed as she looked at the two bloodied forms standing in her doorway, one of them grinning with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Oh… we went to the bar and Joe ran into one of his old friends. So we decided to have a frank philosophical discussion that everyone inside decided to get in on." Paul informed her as if he didn't look like he was dipped in blood.

"We got in a bar fight with the guy from last time and some his friends…" Joe translated with a smirk.

"TWILIGHT! What's going on, I heard..." Spike gasped as he looked at Paul and Joe. "Oh...I'll get the medical supplies and healing potions...." He said as he walked off.

"Love that kid. Reminds me of me" Paul said with a chuckle before Twilight pulled the two inside.....