Date: September 3, 1958
Location: Cheyenne, Wyoming
Time: 8:40 AM
Railroad: Union Pacific
Hawkeye, and Metal Gloss walked together to the yards.
Hawkeye: u know what I want to do after work?
Metal Gloss: What?
Hawkeye: I want to plan our honeymoon.
Metal Gloss: Can't we do that after we get married?
Hawkeye: What for? It's always great to be prepared.
They entered the yards, and saw Gordon leaning on the yard tower.
Gordon: u two are an hour, and a half late for work.
Hawkeye: Shut up Gordon.
Metal Gloss: We made plans to get married.
Gordon: *Very angry for no reason* WHAT?!!?
Hawkeye: u heard her.
Gordon: Anyway, Pete says I'm taking this freight train to some suburb five miles north of here.
Metal Gloss: Strange, Pete told me to do the same thing. u don't suppose...
Hawkeye: Oh no.
Gordon: We're driving the same train.
Hawkeye: I will not allow it.
Gordon: How come? Can't u trust me being around your special somepony?
Hawkeye: We're getting married tomorrow, and I don't want u hurting her.
Gordon: Oh come on, she loves me meer then u obviously.
Metal Gloss: No I don't. *Backs up towards Hawkeye*
Hawkeye: u either drive that train with me, of u get lost. What's it going to be?
Metal Gloss: What about your passenger train?
Hawkeye: u can take it.
Gordon: Metal Gloss is going with me, and that's final. *Uses his magic to lift Metal Gloss, and takes her away*
Hawkeye: Just when u think u have your enemy defeated, u realize he has magic, and u don't.
The freight train was ready, and Gordon got inside the engine with Metal Gloss.
Gordon: *Checks manifest* This says we're supposed to have three diesels on here. Check it for me.
Metal Gloss: I saw three diesels on here before we climbed on board.
Gordon: I zei check it for me!
Metal Gloss: I already did.
Gordon: Well do it again!
Metal Gloss: *Looks behind her, and sees two other diesels behind the one she is currently in* Yeah, we got three diesels.
Gordon: Good. Now let's go. *Drives train*
Meanwhile, Hawkeye was driving his passenger train with Mirage.
Mirage: What's bothering u mate?
Hawkeye: I'm about to get married to Metal Gloss, but she's working with Gordon. Who knows what that crazy bastard will do?
Mirage: I'm sure Metal Gloss will be able to take care of herself. u have to worry about our job.
Hawkeye: Okay, you're right. Though I'm still worried about MG.
Metal Gloss was just sitting in the cab volgende to Gordon while he drove the train.
Metal Gloss: *About to fall asleep*
Gordon: Hey. Wake up!
Metal Gloss: What?
Gordon: Why are u just sitting there?
Metal Gloss: Because u only need one pony to drive this train, and u won't let me do anything.
Gordon: That's no excuse.
Metal Gloss: Try explaining that to Pete.
Gordon: If I catch u sleeping on the job again, you're gonna be sorry.
Metal Gloss: Somehow, I find that hard to believe. *Sees a sign volgende to the tracks, and reads it* Rasher's Suburbs.
Gordon: What?
Metal Gloss: We need to stop volgende to that sign.
Gordon: What sign?
Metal Gloss: The one you're looking at, stop the train!
Gordon: *Passes sign* I didn't see anything.
Metal Gloss: u passed it.
Gordon: Why didn't u tell me about it sooner?
Metal Gloss: *Closes her eyes, and shakes her head* You'll never learn.
2 B Continued
Location: Cheyenne, Wyoming
Time: 8:40 AM
Railroad: Union Pacific
Hawkeye, and Metal Gloss walked together to the yards.
Hawkeye: u know what I want to do after work?
Metal Gloss: What?
Hawkeye: I want to plan our honeymoon.
Metal Gloss: Can't we do that after we get married?
Hawkeye: What for? It's always great to be prepared.
They entered the yards, and saw Gordon leaning on the yard tower.
Gordon: u two are an hour, and a half late for work.
Hawkeye: Shut up Gordon.
Metal Gloss: We made plans to get married.
Gordon: *Very angry for no reason* WHAT?!!?
Hawkeye: u heard her.
Gordon: Anyway, Pete says I'm taking this freight train to some suburb five miles north of here.
Metal Gloss: Strange, Pete told me to do the same thing. u don't suppose...
Hawkeye: Oh no.
Gordon: We're driving the same train.
Hawkeye: I will not allow it.
Gordon: How come? Can't u trust me being around your special somepony?
Hawkeye: We're getting married tomorrow, and I don't want u hurting her.
Gordon: Oh come on, she loves me meer then u obviously.
Metal Gloss: No I don't. *Backs up towards Hawkeye*
Hawkeye: u either drive that train with me, of u get lost. What's it going to be?
Metal Gloss: What about your passenger train?
Hawkeye: u can take it.
Gordon: Metal Gloss is going with me, and that's final. *Uses his magic to lift Metal Gloss, and takes her away*
Hawkeye: Just when u think u have your enemy defeated, u realize he has magic, and u don't.
The freight train was ready, and Gordon got inside the engine with Metal Gloss.
Gordon: *Checks manifest* This says we're supposed to have three diesels on here. Check it for me.
Metal Gloss: I saw three diesels on here before we climbed on board.
Gordon: I zei check it for me!
Metal Gloss: I already did.
Gordon: Well do it again!
Metal Gloss: *Looks behind her, and sees two other diesels behind the one she is currently in* Yeah, we got three diesels.
Gordon: Good. Now let's go. *Drives train*
Meanwhile, Hawkeye was driving his passenger train with Mirage.
Mirage: What's bothering u mate?
Hawkeye: I'm about to get married to Metal Gloss, but she's working with Gordon. Who knows what that crazy bastard will do?
Mirage: I'm sure Metal Gloss will be able to take care of herself. u have to worry about our job.
Hawkeye: Okay, you're right. Though I'm still worried about MG.
Metal Gloss was just sitting in the cab volgende to Gordon while he drove the train.
Metal Gloss: *About to fall asleep*
Gordon: Hey. Wake up!
Metal Gloss: What?
Gordon: Why are u just sitting there?
Metal Gloss: Because u only need one pony to drive this train, and u won't let me do anything.
Gordon: That's no excuse.
Metal Gloss: Try explaining that to Pete.
Gordon: If I catch u sleeping on the job again, you're gonna be sorry.
Metal Gloss: Somehow, I find that hard to believe. *Sees a sign volgende to the tracks, and reads it* Rasher's Suburbs.
Gordon: What?
Metal Gloss: We need to stop volgende to that sign.
Gordon: What sign?
Metal Gloss: The one you're looking at, stop the train!
Gordon: *Passes sign* I didn't see anything.
Metal Gloss: u passed it.
Gordon: Why didn't u tell me about it sooner?
Metal Gloss: *Closes her eyes, and shakes her head* You'll never learn.
2 B Continued
