''It's over! Go away Draft. I'm dumping your sorry blue posterior.'' Golden headbutted the media pony out the door, ending a tenuous-at-best weekend fling.
''No! Goldie! Don't leave me!'' Final pleaded, searching for a boombox to play outside her window.
''Why not?'' the mascot pony asked as she deadbolted her door. ''What do you provide that I can't get from other, less jerky ponies, hmmm?''
''I, well, um... make things interesting?''
''Yeah, no. Goodbye Draft. Don't come back.''
Golden flipped through her address book, looking for somepony new. ''Now Violet Dreams, she's pretty cute.