Master Sword, and Tom were walking down the street together.

Tom: So, how's everything going?
Master Sword: Not too bad. I got to see somepony drive a '67 Camareo. How about you?
Tom: Things are going fine for me. Except for my life on the computer. I keep getting these advertisements thanks to Spamdex.
Audience: *Small laughter*
Master Sword: What kind of advertisements do they send you?
Tom: Who cares? They're advertisements. They do not belong on the internet. It's not a place for commercials, it's a place for ponies to watch videos, play games, and post self portraits.
Master Sword: You mean selfies?
Tom: F**k that. Selfies R 4 sluts.
Audience: *Laughing, clapping, and whistling*

Meanwhile, Double Scoop was starting his second attempt on running to Fillydelphia nonstop.

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Double Scoop: Here we go.
Pony in car: *Passes Double Scoop* Don't stand in the middle of the street.
Double Scoop: Up your ass with a piece of glass.
Audience: *Laughing*
Double Scoop: Fillydelphia, here I come. *Starts to run*

It was in slow motion for thirteen seconds. When the speed returns to normal, Double Scoop runs past Tom, and Master Sword.

Tom: Where are you heading to Double Scoop?
Double Scoop: Fillydelphia!
Master Sword: Did he say Fillydelphia?
Tom: I hope not. Only an idiot would run to Fillydelphia nonstop.
Audience: *Laughing*
Double Scoop: *Running in the middle of the street*

Double Scoop ran for days. When the sun shone, he ran. When it was night, he ran. When it was snowing, he ran. If he was on an icy sidewalk, he ran. It took him days to get to Fillydelphia, but he soon made it while running on the side of a highway, but he didn't stop running.

Double Scoop: Now to find that building with the steps on it so I can recreate that scene from Rocky. I won't stop running until I go up them.

Five hours later, Double Scoop reached the Rocky steps.

Double Scoop: Now to run up, and listen very closely to the singer in the song. I thought this was supposed to be an instrumental.
Audience: *Laughing*
Double Scoop: *Running up the stairs*
Ponies: *Watching Double Scoop*
Pony 63: Is he gonna make it?
Pony 96: Maybe.
Double Scoop: *Continues running up the stairs*

Stop the song

Double Scoop: *Trips, and falls all the way down to the bottom*
Audience: *Booing*
Pony 66: *To Double Scoop* Way to go. You ruined the show. I'm not even part of it thankfully.
Audience: *Laughing*
Double Scoop: What happened to me?
Pony 66: Stupid question.
Audience: *Laughing*

The End