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“Rest in Pipperoni”
 
I’m just trying out diffrent types of art :P

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Ohvist

@AWGear  
(One Respawn Later)  
Littlepip: “I need to work on that respawn timer.”  
Blackjack: “So that’s why one of my Pizzas tasted so wierd…” (Shrinks) “…Uh, what’s going on, Cous?”  
Littlepip: “You ate me first. Fair’s fair.”  
Blackjack: (grins) “Thankfully this is a simulation.” (Leaps into Littlepips open mouth as Littlepip begins to fist her cousin with her tongue) “Oh, fuck me! This may be considered incest but Celestia does it feel soooooo goooood!”  
Littlepip: “Forgive me for doing this Homage, but dammit, Blackjack is too tasty right now with pizza.“
Ohvist

Littlepip: “Okay, Celestia has said that she rewritten the coding of this simulation so we could have some fun together. What are we gon-”  
Blackjack: “Pizza. I found a Pizza Recipe off of a Holotape back in my Stable meant for the Processing system.”  
Littlepip: “You mean the system that basically recycles everything that you put inside of it into something edible…”  
Blackjack: “Hey, not my fault that Stable 99 was one fucked up place to call home, at least you had real trees and actual cooks in Stable 2. We were basically shafted by everypony: even Scootaloo told us to do-fuckin’-whatever we wanted. So yes: I. Would like. To have. Pizza.”  
Littlepip: “Okay-okay, cool your jets Cousin Blackjack. One Pizza comin’ up.”  
(DING!)  
Blackjack: “Now that looks like a spicy Pizza!”  
Littlepip: “I wonder what it will taste like…”  
(Several Pizzas Later…)