Know your mare, know your mare, know your—
Oh what’s the use…?
…I’ve been beaten by nearly five guests on this show…
…it’s happening far too frequently…
…I guess I should just…
…give this up…
…I lose…
No you don’t…
What…?
You haven’t lost just yet…
You haven’t seen how bad things have been going…
…I was beaten by a pony that got caught in a paper bag…
Yes…
…you did…
…but you’re not out of this game yet…
How do you mean…?
You have exhausted the main possibilities thus far…
…but if you want to win, you must strike at the legs…
…Go on…?
You’ll have your chance to go at those you’ve done before later…
…but first you must crush those that make them look good…
Make them look good…?
…Who…?
If you want a play to go bad…
…you dirty up the background…
…Hah…
…hah-hah-hah…
MWA-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAAAAAA!
While this dialogue between inanimate voices occurred, a stallion with a brown coat looked around confused. “Uh… can I go home now?”
Huh…?
Oh…
Yeah Doctor…
…we’ll call you back later…
“Right-o,” without another word he stepped out from the light to wait for his return on another date.
…MWA-HAH-HAH-HAH!
This…
…is going to be just…
Perfect…