Geometrically-challenged child cultists should have stuck with the triangles.
Is this real life Dipper Pines?
“oh look. Another mysterious stone path in the woods. 3 guesses where this leads.”
(at the end of the path)
“Listen. I know everyone wants to summon a demon at summer camp. I get it, I really do! But if you’re gonna try that shit just… put some effort into it. I mean look at this shit. IT’s just…It’s not even symmetrical. And look at this egg thing. It’s wildly disproportionate to the rest of it. It sucks! It objectively sucks! If I were a demon and I saw this, I would actually be offended. Try harder, kids. Try harder.”
“Oh sure,” Autumn sat down in front of her marefriend, curling her tail under her. “You have any ideas? I don’t think we went on that swan boat thingie?”
She pointed at the ride with the tunnel and swan boats.
Sunset’s lips curled up with a smile as she pulled Autumn in closer to her. “That sounds lovely Autumn. And plus it’ll give us a little time to ourselves.”
Sunset was honestly hoping that the Equestrian version of the Tunnel of Love would be so much better then the human worlds’s. Especially a couple of the ones she had been to. Bad animatronics, cheesy music, and a dank smelly tunnel. But Sunset had faith that this would work out.
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