In response, I had no other choice but to exile him for three months. In the span of a day, my nephew managed to overtax the griffons, ruin a business, and accidentally offended an Equestrian ambassador. Apparently my nephew had tried to take my place while I was away on a goose chase The citizens were worse than mad. I came back to my country to find the griffons rebelling against my house. I must thank you for your assistance the other day. It reads, ‘This message is specifically to be delivered to Anon.’ I shrug and take out the letter. Taking a look at the envelope, I see a small note. I take the envelope and set the rulebook aside. ![]() I pick up the rulebook to find a letter in an envelope under it. I look back on my desk to notice something under the rulebook. I look at the clock sat next to my stamps to see it’s almost six. I bet she had no explanation.Īnyway, I sit in my sweet swivel seat and put my coffee cup down on the desk. She acted like I asked the silliest question. I asked Celestia about it once, and wondered why we didn’t do that for all the ponies. The dna button is enchanted to do something different for every species. The search button is there for me to see if the entrant has something illegal with them, hidden by either magic or clothing. The lever allows me to open or close the shudders on the window in my office. The mic is for me to call the entrants into the office. In front of my desk, is a small window that shows the room the entrants enter and exit. My swivel chair, my desk, my stamps, the detain button, the search button, the dna button, the lever, the rulebook, a newspaper, and the mic. Inside my office, I can see the simple tools and necessities I need. I turn back towards my office and proceeded to walk in. Don’t die or something today, alright?” I ask jokingly. I throw my hands up while keeping the coffee cup from spilling God’s nectar. “I’ve got nothing else to do today!” He protests. “Screw that explanation, why aren’t you recovering?” I ask. “Also, aren’t you supposed to be recovering from the terrorist attack the other day?” I ask. “Depends on what they try to pull,” I say. Spearhead knows me too well to make a suggestion like that. “Hey Anon! Think we’ll get another hundred angry entrants?” He asks. I quirk an eyebrow when I see bandages around a hoof. I look over to see him donning his usual golden armor. As I walk towards my workplace, I hear my friend Spearhead, a guard at the checkpoint, call over to me. If their papers are invalid, I either give them a red stamp or I detain them. If they are, I give them a green stamp and they enter Equestria. ![]() I check to see if the papers and passports are in order. See, I’m the Border Checkpoint Inspector here. The giant wall has a small building protruding from either side. I keep walking towards the giant wall that was erected between Manehatten, Equestria and the Eastern Crystal Mountains. The buildings I pass are for the uses and purposes for immigration, stuff like food, shelter, and job placement. I walk down the streets of Manehatten, a cup of coffee in hand, a grey coat keeping me warm, and a Russian hat that keeps my head warm yet again.
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