Average Woona Adventures

Whoops, Woona got so average that she cancelled herself out. Oh well!

Anyway, we now return you to your somewhat-less-regularly-scheduled Moonstuck.

> Wake up.
Oh thank god.
> Wake up.

Oh thank god.
> Go home.
At last! The workday is over and it’s time for you to return home.

Another day, another pile of bits.
> Go home.

At last! The workday is over and it’s time for you to return home.

Another day, another pile of bits.
> Geeze, how much longer is this going to be?
> Geeze, how much longer is this going to be?
> play solitaire
You play a rousing game of solitaire to pass the time.

Whoo-hoo.
> play solitaire

You play a rousing game of solitaire to pass the time.

Whoo-hoo.
> Better get back to work.
> Better get back to work.
> your boss comes by to say hi
Oh god, oh god, it’s your manager. He’s going to want to talk about Equestrian Idol and
you’re going to have to listen and laugh at his stupid jokes because he’s your boss, and it’s
going to be so awkward for everypony involved. Oh god.

You suddenly remember you need to go put some cover sheets on your TPS reports.
> your boss comes by to say hi

Oh god, oh god, it’s your manager. He’s going to want to talk about Equestrian Idol and you’re going to have to listen and laugh at his stupid jokes because he’s your boss, and it’s going to be so awkward for everypony involved. Oh god.

You suddenly remember you need to go put some cover sheets on your TPS reports.
> How about a nice refreshing cone of water at the cooler?
You wash that smoothie down with some refreshing water and proceed to
shoot the breeze with your co-worker, the one who wears a full suit for some reason.
She’s a little odd, but not that bad. You don’t believe for a second the nasty rumors
that she keeps a rubber hand in her desk drawer.

You engage in inoffensive banter about last night’s episode of Piaffing With the Stars.
> How about a nice refreshing cone of water at the cooler?

You wash that smoothie down with some refreshing water and proceed to shoot the breeze with your co-worker, the one who wears a full suit for some reason.
She’s a little odd, but not that bad. You don’t believe for a second the nasty rumors that she keeps a rubber hand in her desk drawer.

You engage in inoffensive banter about last night’s episode of Piaffing With the Stars.
> Are you done yet?
No, you’re taking an extended lunch break.

You daring little pony, you.
> Are you done yet?

No, you’re taking an extended lunch break.

You daring little pony, you.
> How’s lunch?
Thoroughly average!
> How’s lunch?

Thoroughly average!