It's time to start the golf match. But u must wait!
Con: Hello Goldhoof
Goldhoof: Con, nice to meet you.
0008: Hi Con.
Con: Where is your caddy?
Goldhoof: I'm not sure.
Wierdjob: *arrives scaring Con big time*
Goldhoof: lol, u must excuse wierdjob. He doesn't talk, and does wierd jobs for me.
Con: I noticed.
The match starts, and things get wierd towards the 12th hole.
Goldhoof: *hits golf ball*
Con: Looks like it landed in the rough.
Goldhoof: Damnit
They check to see where it landed.
Con: If u can't find it, then you'll have a 1 stroke penalty
Goldhoof: What?! That aint fair!
Con: We're doing a parody of a movie of course it isn't fair!
Goldhoof: *ragequits*
0008: Too easy
Con: Yeah for you.
After leaving the golf course Con sets one of the radar devices into Goldhoof's car. Con then checks his radar. He follows him, not aware of a another pony following him.
Goldhoof: *hears noise* What's that noise?
Wierdjob: I don't know
Goldhoof: You're not supposed to talk! *stops car*
Con: *stops car*
Lyra: *grabs rifle*
Goldhoof: What is this thing? *throws tracker away*
Lyra: *shoots at Con, and misses*
Con: ...
Lyra: *drives away*
Meanwhile Con stills follows Goldhoof, and runs into Lyra again. How will she act?! Why am I asking u these questions?
Con: Hello Goldhoof
Goldhoof: Con, nice to meet you.
0008: Hi Con.
Con: Where is your caddy?
Goldhoof: I'm not sure.
Wierdjob: *arrives scaring Con big time*
Goldhoof: lol, u must excuse wierdjob. He doesn't talk, and does wierd jobs for me.
Con: I noticed.
The match starts, and things get wierd towards the 12th hole.
Goldhoof: *hits golf ball*
Con: Looks like it landed in the rough.
Goldhoof: Damnit
They check to see where it landed.
Con: If u can't find it, then you'll have a 1 stroke penalty
Goldhoof: What?! That aint fair!
Con: We're doing a parody of a movie of course it isn't fair!
Goldhoof: *ragequits*
0008: Too easy
Con: Yeah for you.
After leaving the golf course Con sets one of the radar devices into Goldhoof's car. Con then checks his radar. He follows him, not aware of a another pony following him.
Goldhoof: *hears noise* What's that noise?
Wierdjob: I don't know
Goldhoof: You're not supposed to talk! *stops car*
Con: *stops car*
Lyra: *grabs rifle*
Goldhoof: What is this thing? *throws tracker away*
Lyra: *shoots at Con, and misses*
Con: ...
Lyra: *drives away*
Meanwhile Con stills follows Goldhoof, and runs into Lyra again. How will she act?! Why am I asking u these questions?
