Seanthehedgehog presents.

A story that takes place in San Franciscolt.

Dirty Harry.

It was a wonderful, and sunny giorno when a pony with a sniper fucile was looking at a mare swimming. The pony with the fucile was named Scorpio, and he was an assassin. The mare swimming was at the superiore, in alto of a huge building, and Scorpio was going to do whatever he could to kill this mare. Why? Because he's evil.

With one shot, the mare was killed. Blood came out of her body, and into the swimming pool looking like red paint being washed off a brush.

Half an ora later, a pony was walking. This pony was known as Harry Calahan, but most ponies refer to him as, Dirty Harry. He was good at his job, which was being a detective. The way he does things make him loose cannon, which is how he likes it.

After walking up 20 flights of stairs, Harry got to where he was, the roof where the mare was killed. He examined the crime scene, and saw the bullet in the body. He took it out carefully, and put it in a plastic bag marked evidence. Then he walked back downstairs.

A few hours later

Police Captain: Take a sede, sedile Harry
Harry: *sits down*
Police Captain: I'm going to breef te on a pony that has been wanted for a while. They call him Scorpio, and he sent us a letter.
Harry: What does it say?
Police Captain: The letter says, I want $150,000. If I don't get it in a few days, più ponies will die.
Harry: Only loser would do something like that.
Police Captain: Why the fuck do te call every criminal a loser?
Harry: They're too poor to do anything good, so they cause crime.
Police Captain: Yep, sure. That's all I need te for Harry, I'll call te if I need anything else.
Harry: *walks out of office*

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