Song (Start at 1:05): link
Vito starts this part bởi narrating again.
Narrator: Our new năm was off to a very good start. Nopony started to bother us, but that all changed on February 7th, 1982 when Jerry and I got a letter from Oregon State Police. The police arrested our cousin Harlan for armed robbery, and he was required to live with us since we were family members. At that moment, we knew we were fucked.
Song (Start at 1:10): link
Harlan: *Walks into the house*
Vito: *Nods to the two police ponies*
Police ngựa con, ngựa, pony 53: Good luck. *Walks off with his partner*
Vito: Close the door Harlan.
Harlan: *Closes the door*
The song fades away as the conversation continues.
Vito: What happened with those máy kéo trailers bạn were driving?
Harlan: I got laid off.
Vito: Why?
Harlan: Fewer trucks. Most of our work was being taken away bởi the railroads.
Vito: I don't want any trouble from bạn Harlan. Jerry and I have been doing well since we left the family organization, and we're hoping that it stays that way.
Harlan: What are bạn doing now?
Vito: We work at a winery.
Harlan: bạn think I can tham gia you?
Vito: They're not hiring anyone, but I'll try and put in a good word for you. Until then, we'll help bạn find another job.
Jerry arrived, followed bởi Kayla.
Jerry: Hello Harlan.
Harlan: Hi Jerry.
Kayla: Another family member?
Vito: Harlan is our cousin.
Jerry: I was actually thinking about bạn Harlan. Vito and I were planning on going to Los Angeles for vacation.
Harlan: Doesn't our family operate down there?
Vito: They used to, but they got pushed out bởi MS-13, the same gang of Mexicans that are fighting them in San Franciscolt.
Jerry: They've been out of LA for three years. The five of us are going to have fun.
2 B Continued
Vito starts this part bởi narrating again.
Narrator: Our new năm was off to a very good start. Nopony started to bother us, but that all changed on February 7th, 1982 when Jerry and I got a letter from Oregon State Police. The police arrested our cousin Harlan for armed robbery, and he was required to live with us since we were family members. At that moment, we knew we were fucked.
Song (Start at 1:10): link
Harlan: *Walks into the house*
Vito: *Nods to the two police ponies*
Police ngựa con, ngựa, pony 53: Good luck. *Walks off with his partner*
Vito: Close the door Harlan.
Harlan: *Closes the door*
The song fades away as the conversation continues.
Vito: What happened with those máy kéo trailers bạn were driving?
Harlan: I got laid off.
Vito: Why?
Harlan: Fewer trucks. Most of our work was being taken away bởi the railroads.
Vito: I don't want any trouble from bạn Harlan. Jerry and I have been doing well since we left the family organization, and we're hoping that it stays that way.
Harlan: What are bạn doing now?
Vito: We work at a winery.
Harlan: bạn think I can tham gia you?
Vito: They're not hiring anyone, but I'll try and put in a good word for you. Until then, we'll help bạn find another job.
Jerry arrived, followed bởi Kayla.
Jerry: Hello Harlan.
Harlan: Hi Jerry.
Kayla: Another family member?
Vito: Harlan is our cousin.
Jerry: I was actually thinking about bạn Harlan. Vito and I were planning on going to Los Angeles for vacation.
Harlan: Doesn't our family operate down there?
Vito: They used to, but they got pushed out bởi MS-13, the same gang of Mexicans that are fighting them in San Franciscolt.
Jerry: They've been out of LA for three years. The five of us are going to have fun.
2 B Continued
Harlan
Robotnik: Snooping as usual I see. Pingas!
Seanthehedgehog Presents
A fanfiction taking place during the late 1800's
Strike
In Pittsburgh, lots of ponies working in the steel mills did not like working conditions, and often went on strike. This story takes place during the Homestead Strike of 1892.
One of the workers James, did not want anything to do with the strike, but two weeks before it began, some of his Những người bạn decided to make him change his mind.
James: *Working*
Larry: *talking with Jack*
James: *sees Larry, but ignores them*
Larry: Jack, I'm telling you. Everyday we get...
