“Look at me, I’m Rarity!” Pinkie laughed, slinging the intestinal tube
around her neck and spraying blood in all directions. “Isn’t my new scarf soooo
pretty?”
Heh.
I don’t know who Rarity is but I can appreciate a good intestine-scarf.
Reaching back inside, she sliced the smaller intestine off from the
bowls. Squeezing out the excess excrement, Pinkie filed the slimy organ through
her teeth and dragged it back and forth. “Dentists say you gotta floss every
day, Dash.”
Oh my cod.
Dash was barely aware of what was going on
anymore. The shock was causing her to fade. Disappointed, Pinkie dived back
into the blue pony’s guts, ramping up her routine.“Aw, don’t go yet Dash.” Pinkie started pulling
out the rest of Dash’s organs, pausing with each removal. “I know I can be a
real pancreas, but you know I’m just kidney with you. You really got to learn
to liver it up. Boy, these jokes are getting bladder. Guess ya gotta develop a
stomach for them.”
I like puns, but yeah, these aren’t that great 😛
“getting bladder” is kind of creative, at least.
Also, it’s seriously a wonder Dash is still alive. I guess maybe ponies are tougher than humans.
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