Halligan: You may share your ideas first.

Sycamore: This might be obvious, but I say we go to each and everyone of their locations and murder everyone of them

Halligan: I'd like to do that as well, but it's not a piece of cake. We need lots of supplies, and resources.

Sycamore: Well, I just happen to have something in the trunk of my car. It's expensive, but, trust me, it is pretty good (Gets up and walks outside to his car)

Halligan: *Follows Sycamore*

Sycamore: (Opens the trunk of his car and shows Halligan a rocket launcher with plenty of rockets next to it) If we fire this at the building, it would definitely kill everyone, as well as their place of work

Halligan: Shit dude, how many of these rocket launchers do you have?

Sycamore: Lets just say that with how many I have, I'd be hunted down by the FBI

Halligan: Well it's a miracle they haven't captured you yet. So we got the firepower, now we just need armor.

Sycamore: Oh, I believe I have full body armor back in my house. It's nearly indestructible

Halligan: Let's take a look at it.

Meanwhile in Oatland.

Pedro: *Going to Berkeley Heights with Monty*
Monty: So, do you like this city?
Pedro: Barely. We're isolated into a crappy city, because of our race. I wanted to be in San Franciscolt, but no!! They force us to stay in Oatland.
Monty: Okay, so it's not what you had in mind. However, I think you'll like Berkeley Heights. They have sexy mares, and beautiful scenery.
Pedro: Okay cousin. I hope you're right about that.

Sycamore: Well, lets go. I'm sure you'll like it (Gets in his car)

Halligan: *Sits next to Sycamore in his car*

Sycamore: (Drives to his home)

Halligan: *Turns on the radio*
Radio Pony: The future for automobiles is simple. Italians do this with nearly all of their cars. The car that you need should be compact, run on an engine with 4 cylinders, or less, and break down every minute. Fillys has the car you need to fit that description. The Equestricar. It's top speed is only 60 miles an hour, and it always has trouble starting up. The Equestricar, the future of automobiles.

Sycamore: Goddamn advertisements

Halligan: Here comes another one.
Advertisement Pony: Hello, you are listening to an advertisement on a radio created by Spamdex. Spamdex is a brand new company created to spam your visit to the internet with advertisements that annoy you, and cost you money. Every advertisement we put onto your computer makes you pay us one dollar, and it keeps giving us your money as long as it stays on your computer. The best part is that we install a virus, so you can't get rid of the advertisements. Is it illegal? Who cares? We'll do it anyway.

Sycamore: This is why I don't listen to this thing. I prefer to drive in silence

Halligan: We just need to get rid of the advertisements, and things will be okay.

Song: link

Sycamore: Still prefer silence, though this is slightly better

Halligan: *Singing along to the song* Shut your mouth, cause you're talkin' too much, and I don't give a damn anyway!

Sycamore: If you say so (Continues driving)

Halligan: Whoa, wait a minute, I wasn't talking to you. I was singing the song.

Sycamore: Oh, I know. I just don't like talking. I'm not like normal ponies, just in case that wasn't obvious from the various jobs we've done

Halligan: You sound like somepony else I know.

He's referring to Firearm from Grand Theft Ponies: Manehattan

Sycamore: Please, I'm nothing like most ponies. I may not look it, but I enjoy each moment of firing a gun. Of course, it's pretty hard to see, as I am not much of a happy person. But if I did, I would be grinning with each bullet fired. That's what makes me different from most, if not all ponies

Halligan: Okay.

Sycamore: (Drives quietly)

The song ends, and another advertisement comes on.

Advertisement Pony: A brand new show is airing on CBS live from St. Foalis. Watch ponies get drunk, act like assholes, and crash expensive cars into each other. The all new show St. Foalis Pricks, airing live tonight at 8 PM, only on CBS.

Sycamore: (Stops car) We're here

Halligan: Ah, good.

Later in Berkeley.

Pedro: *Stops the car*
Monty: *Gets out* I want to show you the view first. *Gets out of the car, and walks to a building*
Pedro: *Follows Monty*

They get to the top floor, and three mares are there.

Mare 2: Hey Monty.
Mare 3: *Looking at Pedro* Who's this guy?
Monty: That's my cousin, Pedro.
Mare 3: He's cute.
Pedro: *Smiles*
Monty: Let me show him the view first.

Sycamore: (Walks into his room and unlocks his door, and walks in) Make yourself at home

Halligan: *Looks around the house* Cool. I really like it here.

Sycamore: Thank you (Opens his closet door) Ah yes, here is the body armor

Halligan: *Looks at the armor*

Sycamore: (Shows that it is a SWAT body armor) Here it is

Halligan: Wonderful.

Back at Berkeley Heights.

Monty: *Staring at the Golden Neigh Bridge from far away* It's beautiful.
Pedro: *Looking at the bridge* Yes. I agree.

Sycamore: I think this will give us some pritection

Halligan: If it's from SWAT, it should.

Sycamore: So, we have the weapons and armor we need. Anything else?

Halligan: Ammo.

Sycamore: Oh, I ddo believe I have enough of that (Closes the closet door and unlocks a different door)

Halligan: *Waiting to see the ammo*

Sycamore: (Opens the door) Okay, here they are (The room is full of weapons and bullets)

Halligan: How the hell do you manage to get all of this shit?

Sycamore: From all the jobs we've done, I've been collecting the weapons of those who thought they could kill us. Also I've been buying a few with my money

Halligan: You have an impressive collection.

Sycamore: Thank you. I've been collecting these weapons for years

Halligan: I believe you man.

Back in Berkeley.

Pedro: *Driving back to Oatland with Monty* Thank you for showing me that.
Monty: You are welcome cousin. What do you want to do next?
Pedro: I want to kill the fucking greek ponies that tried to murder us earlier.

Sycamore: Now, shall we get to work. I really want to destroy those other gangs as soon as possible