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“Okay guys, so this is the plan to make everyone on the globe work” A pony said, standing over the table with both forehooves. His baseball cap with the W.O.R.K letters imprinted on it, the black gas mask he wore, and his flak vest with the organization’s logo, along with the white shirt and black tie, identified him as one of the members of the dreaded W.O.R.K organization, that wanted to make everybody on the planet do something productive with their lives.
 
“We’re going to do a pincer maneuver here, and here. Skinner and Sabot will lead the S Squad over the hill, and that way we’ll capture the radio communications tower and we’ll broadcast our… propaganda… mwahahahahaha” The pony, seemingly an officer, laughed in such maniacal tone that it made slightly uncomfortable his colleagues, who were currently standing around the round table, looking closely at the map and the tiny toys that represented individual squadrons and soldiers.
 
“Soon, the world will be ours! And we’ll make everybody on the planet WORK! Mwahahaha!” He continued laughing, as he admired the geniality and evilness of his scheme, the grandiose stratagem that would mean the end of the war against laziness. It was perfect, except for perhaps one thing…
 
A sudden clanking noise was heard on the door. They looked at each other in seemingly confused expressions; unsure of what could’ve been producing that noise… it seemed too… artificial to be some kind of animal…
 
“Flak, Bomb, go check the door” A lieutenant that was next to the commanding officer said, the two soldiers nodded, picking up their M4s and FN FAL rifles, respectively, and proceeding to go towards the door. Meanwhile, the officer got out of his holster the Desert Eagle he had, as for the lieutenant, he was less of a showoff than his leader and just loaded his Five SeveN, boring, but practical.
 
Both ponies, Flak and Bomb, got close to the door, unsure of what the sound was. One of them, the one with the FN FAL, decided to get closer to the door, and gently place his head on the wood’s surface, his right ear directly touching it. Too bad that door didn’t have one of those spy holes things; it would’ve made their job easier.
 
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“Sir, I don’t hear anything… it was probably just an animal” The pony on the door said, as he started walking away of the door and towards the table. The companion armed with an M4 just looked at the door suspiciously, but after his colleague pointing out he didn’t listen to anything, he shrugged and walked back towards the table.
 
“It’s probably Joker, damn it with that pony, he always keeps making pranks. I bet the next one who exits that door is gonna met a bucket of water… or worse… painting…” One of the soldiers sitting on the table, a sergeant, said, whining in a very horse-like manner at the alluded teammate’s incompetence and lack of discipline. This is the war, this is not a game!.
 
The pony adjacent to him, seemingly a marksman by the leaves and foliage that adorned his attire, to not mention his Dragunov SVD, just shrugged “I don’t know… atleast he tries to-“ He was going to say something related to the Joker’s joking jokes, but at that very moment he was interrupted very abruptly and very rudely by something no one on the room expected.
 
“Say goodbye to Ms. Door” A pony on the other side of the door said, and, with a smug smile, she pressed a button on a device that she held on her hoof. In an instant, the locked door suddenly opened, a charge that was placed on top of the handle blowing up and forcefully breaching the entrance. Shrapnel and door fragments rained all over the W.O.R.K members inside the building, and that combined with the flash and bang and shock and awe of the particularly awesome entrance stunned them temporarily, not letting them get hold of their weapons. But this wasn’t the end of it.
 
The female pony that just blew up the door, uniformed with a pitch black attire consisting of a Kevlar vest, pants, boots, jacket and to top it all a black steel helmet that had the letters N.E.E.T on it, nodded to her companion; a similarly uniformed lamia on the other side. As an order, the lamia pulled out a familiar black and blue device off her holster, and, after pulling the pin, she threw it inside the building.
 
The W.O.R.K members, starting to regain consciousness of what was occurring, suddenly realized what was going on; it was a raid. They alarmingly took their respective guns and equipment, until somepony suddenly realized of that little particular device that just landed on the table.
 
“OH FUC-“ He just said, when the grenade, an M-84 flashbang, exploded right on his (And his companions) face, stunning them even more with an extremely bright conflagration and an exponentially loud “BANG!” noise, which made honor to the device’s name. They all closed their eyes, some of them falling to the ground grunting by the bomb that just blinded them all. They could only see white over white in a background of white. And the fun was getting started.
 
“THIS IS THE N.E.E.T! PUT YOUR HOOVES UP IN THE AIR!” The pony said, entering first on the now broken door and bringing his G36C to bear, since nobody seemed intent on following her instructions, salvo for two W.O.R.K soldiers that seemed to surrender and hide under the table, she opened fire. Sudden flashes appeared on the tip of the weapon as she tap-fired on the enemy W.O.R.K members, some of them that were about to bring their own guns being gunned down themselves.
 
Right when the green-eyed N.E.E.T Special Forces pony entered, the second one went through the door, this one a Lamia, with a big armor vest, an armored riot helmet, and an automatic shotgun thirsty for action, looked around, and, upon seeing the enemies on the table, she fired and fired her main gun, sending 00 Buckshot directly to the group of W.O.R.K pones on the table, one of them drawing out a MP-9 and firing at her a little burst, but the bullets being stopped by her armor and the magically enchanted visor of the helmet. She looked at him and firing a single shot that outright eliminated him.
 
“We’re under attack!” a W.O.R.K pony said, as he tried to gallop away from the scene with his Super Shorty strapped to him, but his attempt was finalized when a 5.56mm round hit him in the back, taking him down. Two more white-shirted ponies were suppressed by a hail of lead and, seeing no other escape route, they surrendered, dropping their weapons to the ground and taking off their gasmasks. A third one ran from the right side to melee the law enforcement ponies, but a timely hit with the stock of the gun stunned him, and a kick to the face finalized him. Meanwhile her red-eyed lamia companion had successfully advanced swiftly and coiled around three W.O.R.K ponies, their fighting paraphernalia on the ground, and she tightly constricted them, not letting them escape any time soon, and at the same time blazing her guns, shotgun casings falling to the ground.
 
And as fast as it started, it finished, leaving two N.E.E.T Special Forces members on the door, a raided building, and dozens of eliminated W.O.R.K members, with several surrendering and about to be handcuffed and brought to the HQ for interrogation, putting an end to the evil organization plans of world domination. Another day was saved by the intervention of the brave N.E.E.T Force, always protecting us from the dreaded work!
 

 
A little silly drawing I did when I realized that there were some dudes that called themselves the N.E.E.T and wore helmets, balaclavas, and military stuff. I’m aware what N.E.E.T means (Not in Education, Employment or Training, I think). The hilarious mental picture came to my mind of those guys fighting the W.O.R.K guys (Which I’ve also seen in pictures, wearing white shirts, ties and vests, but I have no idea what the acronym is for) like if it were some kind of SWAT 4 raid. Anyways N.E.E.T will do anything to not work, ANYTHING (Even if that includes working as a law enforcement agency to take down the dreaded work… Yay for existential crisis and irony!)
 
This drawing features two very N.E.E.T and very adorable pones; Floor Bored (The earth pone on the right, green eyes and cool assault rifle) and Cuppa Noodle (The lamia on the left, red eyes of doom, cute snek body and an automatic shotgun delivering 12 gauge cans of whoop ass, property of Badumsquishy). Probably OOC as heck, but I don’t give a weed, they look cutely awesome! (And I’m kinda sure that Cuppa Noodle just clogged the door for other N.E.E.T soldiers to get in xd. [Fact: A lamia takes approximately 20 seconds to go through a door, that’s why they’re always left for last :D])
 
Got inspired mostly on SWAT 4 and Payday 2, to the point of trying my best and drawing two enemies of the latter; the Maximum Force Responder (Cuppa Noodle) and the Heavy Response Unit (Floor Bored), but not making their helmets, because their faces are cute and it must be visible. Their cuteness shall inspire fear in the heart of their enemies!