Tsunderplane didn’t want anything to do with the third floor of the hot lands area; she was especially not going near the spiders and thought Pinkie brave for just walking passed that particular one like she had. She wanted to take the pony up in her wings and hug her, but the poor dear was so depressed over the loss of a shovel that she didn’t think it would help much.
Now Pinkie was in danger and she was sitting there twiddling her wings trying to think of something to do without going anywhere near the territory of the spiders. She was very much afraid and fearful with good reason, but someone as friendly as Pinkie really looked like she needed help. She didn’t want Pinkie to get hurt and she did want to be friends. What was the forever flip flopping Tsunderplane to do?
She had to get help, but from who? She flew off looking for someone that could help Pinkie who was walking straight into a spider’s web. She’d have to find help quickly before that happened.
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Undyne saw that Alphys was having problems getting Pinkie back on screen and Queen Toriel looked about ready to get up and go out there even with her injured hip. Rolling her eye, she pulled out her phone and would proceed to call in some help if they couldn’t get in contact with Pinkie. It would take a good explanation just to get that help into position waiting for her on the next floor, she was sure Pinkie would be able to get that far if she ran into trouble. She had already told two guards that she wanted to let Pinkie pass them by, so why not issue more strange orders? She was willing to take the fallout from her decisions.
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Pinkie had tried to call Toriel and things weren’t exactly going so well, for whatever reason her phone wasn’t working correctly and had spotty connection issues. She needed some comforting and she couldn’t even call her goat friend for some friendly encouragement. Pinkie wasn’t very scared of pushing forward as much as she was still just sad to have lost her shovel.
Why was it that Pinkie couldn’t hold on to a shovel for too long? They always break, bent and cracked with the force of her swings, bounces and other various shovel related maneuvers. This recent shovel had almost felt like the one for her, and then it goes and breaks on a giant robot after she finishes flawlessly performing one of her most powerful attacks she’s ever done with a shovel. She loved shovels, so why didn’t they love her? She was perfectly good at using trowels, but was wielding shovels completely out of the question for her?
Of all of Pinkie’s sisters, she was particularly gifted in scoop related tools. Marble Cheesecake Pie had a specialty for a chisel and hammer, Limestone was a pickaxe master and Maud was a savant in Earth Pony hoof to whatever-else-wants-a-fight-that-badly techniques. Her slightly by a few seconds younger sister Marble in particular was really good at sculpting, Limestone liked getting rough when it came to mining and Maud was a geologist that sometimes did business with dragons and diamond dogs. Out of all of them she was the most dangerous when she had a shovel, without a weapon to wield she was a bit hopeless in a fight without someone to assist her. Maud was the exact opposite end of the spectrum, she was hopeless with a weapon since they tended to break after at least two attacks and even without one she still had enough strength to possibly physically rip a dragon in half.
It cheered Pinkie up a little to think about her family as she came across another field of steam launching platforms and without her shovel as a bypass, she decided to go along with the steam vents this time. She eventually made her way across them and came upon another puzzle room that was to the left of where she approached the steam vents from, this rooms puzzle was a bit difficult as it only gave her a single shot to work with in destroying the white arrowhead above. She eventually managed to do so by getting all but one of the boxes in the alcove on the left side.
Walking out of the room and avoiding a few more than friendly volcano monsters, she made her way back to the steam platforms passing by two diamond headed humanoid monsters on the way. She went straight across the steam platforms to the other side knowing that there would be another puzzle in this area as well.
She was a little confused by the conveyor belt with the blue lasers moving along on it and then had an idea; she got onto the belt and moved in the opposite direction as the laser passed by her body. Her body was not moving as she kept pace with the conveyor belt, this caused her to avoid being hurt by the blue lasers which required someone to be still and on a conveyor belt that was impossible unless you were moving against it.
After that Pinkie went into the next puzzle room. The puzzle was a bit tricky, all it required was getting two of the boxes into position so that she could move them right one and a clear path would be open for the single shot she had. That done she made her way back using a different conveyor belt, where she stopped to smell some cactus flowers on the way, and then she took a right at the steam vents towards the way forward as another door opened for her.
The nature of the pony’s surroundings started to change as she moved onwards. Pinkie knew that without her weapon, the one that fell apart into at least sixteen clearly unusable pieces to the point that even the blade of the shovel was too dull, melted and warped to use as even a makeshift knife, she had to be far more cautious from now on. She had this feeling that she was being watched at the moment; she saw a few spiders walking around in the webs above her that seemed to be paying her some amount of attention. The further along she went looking up, the more webs and spiders she saw sitting around.
Moving forward Pinkie was getting a bit nervous with her surroundings as they started getting gloomier and covered in more and more spider webs, the spider’s webs seem to fill this room almost entirely. She was still looking up at the webs when she finally felt her hooves started slowing down, she realize she had been walking on something that was both sticky and squishy. Looking down and hoping she didn’t accidentally step on anything, she found her hoof was stuck in a thick bit of webbing which was soon followed by her other three hooves moving forward on autopilot to get stuck as well.
“Uh oh, this doesn’t look good.” Pinkie muttered as she tried to pull a hoof out of the webbing to find it quite stuck. The webs she was standing on were really sticky, far more so than the consistency of cotton candy, maple syrup and honey.
“Well of course it isn’t good my dear, it seems you’ve been caught in my web. I must admit you do make for a very cute fly at least.” The voice attracted the pony’s attention to the six armed, purple skinned spider monster with the five eyes, one that she had seen earlier at a bake sale. She stood in the middle of a different web under a spotlight. She had four of her arms folded and two of them held out in a welcoming manner. “Welcome to the Hot Lands Spider Hive, I hope you’ll enjoy your stay so much that you won’t want to leave darling. Because your soul is going to help a lot of spiders and there’s a lot of money in it for me to take it.”
The way the spider monster said darling made Pinkie shiver and think of Rarity, yet this being was nothing like Rarity even if she was cute and probably had a nice smelling butt.
“Uh what’s your name, I-I’m Pinkie Pie.” A slight stutter in her voice came from the fact that with her hooves trapped like they were she wouldn’t be able to dance effectively enough to protect her soul.
“I’m glad you asked, but you don’t really need to know at the moment. I and my thousands of friends have been waiting for you.” With a grand leap the humanoid spider monster started wrapping the pony in webbing coming from her six arms until everything was cocooned except for her head. “Now let’s see this soul of yours, now that you’re completely tied you up at the moment.”
The humanoid spider started laughing in a manner that Pinkie would think was cute if it were not for the situation at hoof; she struggled and managed to get into a standing position just as the spider monster created a huge pull field that encompassed the entire room. She was obviously very powerful, either that or the hundreds of spiders she could now see were adding into the field’s strength.
“Now now, no trying to escape dear, your soul is precious to our cause and we wouldn’t want it getting away. Isn’t that right my friends?” The spider monster wagged her middle left arms finger at the pony while crossing her others and setting the remaining arm on her hip. Spiders started coming down on the surrounding webs in droves and even lowered from the ceiling. They were all in various sizes, some average and others larger than normal spiders. “Besides not having very long to live, I heard some nasty rumors about you. Now about these rumors that say you don’t like spiders, which just won’t do at all as spiders are wonderful creatures. So my darling little cutie, any last words before I deal with you? You know, we just might have let you go on through if you stopped to buy something at our bake sale. Now that opportunity has clearly passed and your soul looks really beautiful, I happen to like its color and pulsating nature. I think I’ll take it.”
“Unfortunately for you Miss as of yet unnamed monster that obviously has a lot of spider friends, I’m really good at sack racing and I’m completely unwilling to comply with letting you have my soul. Besides I’m friends with a lot of spiders too.” Pinkie looked around and saw all the spiders converging on her body and her soul floating in the air. She wiggled until she could get her body hopping and the web sprung up and down, her soul slowly reacted by drifting out of the way of the entangling webs that were starting to try and surround it.
With a mighty bounce Pinkie shot to a different portion of the large room spanning web and had to regain her balance. She started to guide her soul around the webbing towards herself with some precise shakes of her body.
“Oh this is going to be interesting; we can’t have you running off like this. Now let me show you just what I can do, let me pour you some tea.” The creepy spider girl pulled out a tea pot and a purple gas erupted from it filling the room with a fog as she tipped it over and poured it out. It quickly encompassed Pinkie’s soul turning it purple causing it to fall into the webs.
Pinkie tried to get her soul to jump from the webbing, but it wouldn’t let go of it. After a moment frustration she flopped and her soul skidded along the web and then bounced to nearby line of webbing, managing to get up again Pinkie started struggle to move her soul around. Apparently it was like turning blue except she hadn’t physically turned purple. The air was becoming very restricting though and it made Pinkie slightly nauseous, it was making her gag to even breath in even a little bit of the purple fog.
(Undertale Spider Dance plays.)
“Hello there, I’m Madeline Muffet; if you have a face then I’ll be sure to really stuff it. Come now and tell me, why you don’t want to sit for crumpets and have some tea?” Madeline Muffet was apparently the name of the spider monster now singing words to her theme song which was fast paced, quite fitting considering the situation Pinkie found herself in. “You can bounce and flee, but I doubt you’ll escape from me and my massive incredible spider army! Show me what you’ve got, before you perish my precious tasty little fly.”
“Bouncing in time, with a one, two and a three, I’ll think of a plan to escape from you, you’ll see. My name is Pinkie Pie the pony; I am still quite skilled moving my soul even while tied up as can be.” Pinkie sang back as she bounces more spiders off the web and away from her soul that could now only slide along the web or jump between close points to other bits of webbing, she even wiggled to the tune of the music while she tried to break free of Madeline Muffet’s webbing. “Oh I doubt his will be any fun or that you’ll let me go free. So escape is the only option that I can see, there are so many spiders that this might cause arachnophobia to become a new thing for me.”
“Now that you’ve become caught up in our spider dance, spiders prance, spiders dance. Come now don’t’ you know that you don’t stand a chance, no egress to advance, unable escape with a glance!” Muffet followed Pinkie’s bouncing trying to catch her physical body while she left the spiders to go after the soul; she was juggling tea cups and pots while chasing after Pinkie’s bouncing form by doing some jumping of her own. “It’s now really quite impossible don’t you see, I’m filled with glee, darling you won’t escape me. Dear you don’t even have a chance, now that you’re all caught up in our spider dance!”
The spiders were all over the place and running for Pinkie’s soul along the web and it deftly avoided them as Pinkie controlled her soul while trying to keep her body safe from Mad Muffet. It was hard to concentrate on two things at once, but she was managing somewhat until the spiders started throwing boomerang croissants into the work. It made it hard for her soul to dodge the charging spiders which were moving swiftly along the web alongside having to avoid projectile attacks at the same time.
“Come now my dear spider friends; don’t despair as we know that things are the means to our ends. It just so happens that the money we’ll get from this is on which what our lost clans will have to depend.” Muffet seemed to have caught Pinkie’s attention about something, but the pony hopped away before the six arms could ensnare her and the dancing humanoid spider was joined by two big spiders that didn’t look happy with this situation for some reason. “So let’s show this pony what spiders can do, we’re on the move, get in the groove. We’re all already know that we’re ready to dance, now let’s move on spiders and advance!”
The soul slid along the webbing bouncing to different lines avoiding the spiders that tried to leap onto it, Pinkie’s body was harder to get a hold of since her bouncing and writhing in the cocoon created ripples in the webbing that were too strong for the spiders to keep a grip on it near her.
“I’m certainly troubled, this problem is doubled, I need to keep my body and soul both safe. I just need to survive, if I’m to find a way to get out of this cocoon that’s starting to chafe.” Pinkie shifted her entire body and maneuvered her soul around the spiders charging straight for her soul and managed to avoid getting hit too much by the croissants. Eventually one of the spiders managed to bite into her soul causing her to flinch slightly and she forced her soul to shake off the spider.
“So, you can avoid us, but for how long? Looks like we’ll need some help with this one, she’s a bit feisty and so strong.” Muffet gave off a sharp whistle using her lower left arm holding its fingers up to her mouth as she poured herself a cup of chamomile with two other arms; this was actually some rather stressful business for her. Blinking her five eyes in a sequence from right to left, she smiled brightly as a bulge started moving through the webbing towards the pony’s soul. “Mister Tuffet, come on out because we’ve got a live one! Don’t devour the soul completely, we need it. If you can do that, you can have the body. It’s all wrapped up nice and tight, but it’s going to be a bit of a problem to pin down at the moment.”
A large muffin shaped monster popped up out of some webs in front of Pinkie’s soul, it gave off a loud shriek that caused the spiders around it to make way for the larger monster. Pinkie started bouncing in place as she stared wide eyed at the monster that popped up and started pulling the webbing into its mouth trying to pull in her soul by practically inhaling the webbing, the spiders on the web fled off to the sides of the new monsters mouth as they came up to it and her soul had to avoid both them and being swallowed by the monster. If she wasn’t so scared her soul was about to be devoured by it, Pinkie might have thought it was cute and that Derpy would have definitely enjoyed meeting a pet muffin spider.
The pony started to shift her soul away from Tuffet who seemed to tire of swallowing so much webbing and bounced away personally as Muffet tried to grab her again. Muffet even whipped out some webbing after Pinkie’s bouncing form, but narrowly missed getting her as she performed a horizontal lunge to avoid being caught by the webbing. All this webbing reminded Pinkie of all the bounce houses she loved to play around in even if she was getting too old or ‘heavy’ for them.
“Hey I’m kind of in the middle of something here airy; make fun of my weight later! Besides bounce houses are fun for all ages, I do admit that my weight is eventually going to become unavoidable in that regard. If so then they’ll just need to make bigger adult bounce house with me in mind.” Pinkie didn’t notice Madeline Muffet give her an odd look before sniffing the teapot that the purple gas had come out of. The spider was silently wondering if it was what was driving the pony insane as that was not a part of its soul trapping effects.
Shrugging to herself Muffet continued to give chase to Pinkie who managed to get some distance between them and her soul had managed to escape Mister Tuffet for the time being. Mister Tuffet needed to unload his gullet of all the webbing that he had just swallowed before he could even think of making another attempt on the soul, so the pony had some time to evade them for a while longer. Yes, this pony was quite a tricky one, but she wasn’t going to make it out of the room without some form of excellent struggling. Right now Muffet could tell that it didn’t look like the pony had it in her to actually break free of the webbing on her own.
“Come on my fellow spiders and do the dance, knowing that she still doesn’t even stand a chance!” The spiders were numerous, but Muffet noted that the pony’s bouncing kept shaking them off the web. She was doing pretty well despite having stuck Pinkie’s soul to the web to the point it could only slide or bounce to another piece of webbing. That soul was quite surprisingly swift in movement despite its size and Pinkie’s bodily wiggling was becoming very distracting for Muffet as it was kind of attractive. She slapped her face with her lower left hand to get the naughty bondage related images out of her head.
Pinkie for her part didn’t see a way out of this, but she wasn’t one to give up easily. She may have recently lost her shovel, but she still had her family, goat friend and others to meet back up with. She scrunched up her body and then gave a large bounced that sent her flipping up to the ceiling where she got stuck hanging upside down.
Looking to her soul from the ceiling, the pony shook and wiggled trying to dislodge her body as spiders started crawling up to her trapped body. Her soul slid and bounced around the web and deftly avoided the spiders bouncing and jumping around trying to get it pinned down, the soul still moved to her frantic struggling and Pinkie wasn’t about to stop now. Even as Madeline started crawling up the wall to try and reach her on the ceiling.
Madeline Muffet had started running bake sales for a reason and she wouldn’t need to have anymore bake sales if she got a hold of the soul, only its owner was a bit more troublesome than she thought the rather lovely pink pony would be. She crawled for Pinkie only to have her slip through her grasping hands and fall towards the webbing floor.
Pinkie wondered if Napstablook had something to do with Muffet’s theme music, it was as catchy as it was familiar. She managed to shake herself loose from the ceiling and flopped onto her belly on the large web causing it to dip down; it sprung up sending her past a surprised falling Muffet who once again missed grabbing her.
Rotating and twirling in the air still stuck in the spider cocoon, Pinkie landed in an upright position where she started to hop away from a wildly bouncing Muffet who didn’t look pleased that she had managed to evade her again. While she was hopping away she kept her eye on her soul in the sea of spiders crawling along the web.
Pinkie was successful in keeping her soul ahead of all the spiders that were after it with some shakes and well choreographed jiggling. She eventually saw something interesting; it was a spider holding up a sign in her direction. It looked really familiar, kind of like the one that was living in Napstablook’s house which was near the Hot Lands.
The sign simply read ‘go left’ and the pony turned hopped to the left and slid her soul about to get it closer to herself as it traded several different paths in avoiding the spiders. That spider had just helped her avoid a mass of spiders that would have caught her had she not listened to the sign. If her soul entered within close range of her, maybe she could protect it by bouncing the spiders off the webbing. She didn’t know what was below this area, but she wasn’t about to fall off the webs to find out and she didn’t have many options other than to do that at the moment.
A shriek was heard and it looked like Mister Tuffet the muffin spider was back up and ready to start gnawing on more webs. Pinkie fell over as the monster took in the webs she was on and started to drag her towards his mouth. She rolled around trying to get back into a standing position; she was only a few feet from it as her soul moved up next to her. She could see its gnashing maw getting ready to devour her in the next few pulls of the web and she couldn’t get her body into a standing position to bounce out of the way.
Muffet stood by watching what would be the pony’s final moments thanks to her pet, Mister Tuffet. She thought this would be the end of things when she heard something unusual, it sounded like a revving engine coming towards the webbed over entrance of the Spider Hive.
Pinkie saw the spider with the sign again and the sign said it was sorry it couldn’t help her more.
“It’s okay, I understand.” This was before Pinkie was upon the cusp of entering Mister Tuffet’s mouth opening wide for her soul and body, the pony closed her eyes waiting to be chomped on.
Mister Tuffet opened its mouth wide prepared to take in Pinkie’s body and soul. Only it never got the chance to when something big rammed into it.
(End Spider Dance.)
Mad Muffet had leapt clear of the object that rammed its way into the Spider Hive and then hit poor Mister Tuffet knocking him out cold. Looking up from her position on the springy trampoline like webbing, she saw something really odd in the spider hive. She was mad because the object had hit her poor pet, but it also invited a sense of wonder and hope in her. She also saw a Tsunderplane hanging around it, but thought little of it.
“What in the world? Is that… is that a limo?” Muffet slowly got up and saw the pony slowly maneuvering and picking her body up next to the front of the limo as the doors came open. What came out of the door was hundreds upon hundreds of spiders; they were not just any spiders either. They were all the spiders that had been trapped in the Home Ruins. “They, they came to us, but how did they even pay for the trip?”
The spiders coming out of all the doors of the heated limo took notice of Pinkie’s tired and bound state. The new spiders instantly got a little angry with all the other spiders that were trying to attack Pinkie after they got over the shock of a limo driving into the Spider Hive. A ring of spiders formed up and was now protecting Pinkie and her soul. The other spiders that had been on the offensive refused to attack as these spiders were family, therefore things immediately came to a grinding halt .
“Oh my goodness, thank you guys so much! You have no idea how close I was to being eaten! By the way it’s nice to see you Geoff, how’s the family?” A little spider crawled its way up to the tip of Pinkie’s nose from the limo and started talking about how his family was while the other friendly spiders started slowly tearing up the cocoon Pinkie was trapped in. “Oh really, that’s nice. So what’s with that wheeled thing you came in?”
Pinkie had no idea what a car was, much less a limo, but it was quickly explained to her that the object was a heated limo that let them get through the Snowdin area without dying from it being so cold. The temperature inside could be controlled by a device on the vehicle.
“So it’s like a pony drawn carriage? But where’s the pony?” Pinkie had the spider explain into further detail what the limo was and that it could move and be controlled from the inside meaning it didn’t need to be pulled. “Oh that’s nifty! Something like it could carry a lot of ponies anywhere they would want to go like a train does, except it doesn’t need tracks. Oh and thanks for freeing up my legs you guys.”
Pinkie slowly stood up and the circle of spiders was still protecting Pinkie from their own kind. She looked at Muffet who now had a confused and unnerved look on her face. The soul pulling field was quickly dropped by Muffet and all the other spiders released their hold on Pinkie’s soul as well following Madeline’s lead.
“Um, can I get an explanation as to what exactly is going on here?” Madeline was confused at all the spiders from her lost clan protecting what was supposed to be her prey from being captured or eaten. She had three hands with which rubbed her head or formed a questioning gesture. The Home Ruin spiders even tore and cleaned the webbing off of her. She soon put all six of her hands on her sides and hips while waiting patiently as she looked on at the spiders circling the pony protectively.
The spiders let one spider through and Madeline leaned down and allowed it to crawl onto her hand on her top right arm. She lifted it up to her face where the spider started telling her the story of what Pinkie has done for them, she gave them a new lease of life as far as spider power went and they were willing to share the wealth. Just as long as Muffet gave up on hurting Pinkie that is.
“Well I don’t see a point in continuing to assault Pinkie, if we no longer need all that cash to get you guys here. So tell me this whole story of yours in detail please.” What followed was Muffet sitting down for tea on an out cold Mister Tuffet surrounded by thousands of spiders and Pinkie Pie. There were a few added tidbits that Pinkie hadn’t known about since she left.
After the story was over, Muffet sat silently for a moment to contemplate everything she had heard.
“How profitable was it exactly? You didn’t even need to use freshly deceased spiders at all in the recipes?” Upon hearing the spiders answer, Muffet’s eyes widened and she lowered the spider to the web carefully before standing up. She turned to address Pinkie and clasped her six hands together while looking highly apologetic. “Right then, I Mad Madame Madeline Muffet and the spiders of the Spider Hive would like to profusely apologize for attacking you. I would also like to state that if there is anything at all I can do for you, to you or with you. Then please ask me now…. you were depressed about something earlier right? Maybe I could help you with that; I can do a really nice back massage.”
The earnest smile Muffet was giving Pinkie let the pony roll it over in her head if there was anything that the spiders could do for her. Madeline actually sounded repentant about attacking her.
“Short of making me an indestructible shovel, finding a place to bury the one I loved that was recently destroyed in battle, being my friend and overall just becoming a better person. I don’t really think there is much you can actually do for me.” Reeling back at the close up smile she was receiving, Pinkie couldn’t help but feel a shiver go down her spine at Madeline’s grinning fangs in her face.
“We’ll arrange for it, so until then… you wouldn’t mind sticking around for some tea right? I promise that there will be no soul sticking gas this time. I’ve got all kinds of flavors; chamomile is one of my favorites. I’ve also got some earl grey, green and nut-bar in stock.” Madeline saw interest in Pinkie’s eyes at the sound of nut-bar tea. “Nut-bar is also popular with me and the other spiders. I’m sure you’ll like it too. Say you wouldn’t happen to mind if I devoted my soul, time and energy all to you would you?”
Pinkie stared flatly at the smiling spider monster and sighed, she felt herself wrapped up in a gentle six armed hug.
“That’s it, I’m going to be your slave now on and there’s nothing you can say or do about it. I officially sell my soul to you Pinkie Pie.” Madeline Muffet’s tone made Pinkie shiver as it sounded like there was no room for negotiation on that front as she felt the hug tighten. “You’re so cuddly that it’d be a crime to leave your side anyway. Also I’ve got nothing better do since I’ve just met all my goals and my whole clan is now rich from just being nice. If that was all it took, then I’m going to become a pie-ous and generous being under your command.”
“Excuse me for a moment, thanks for helping Tsunderplane!” The hovering plane promptly blushed and flew off in embarrassment, much to Pinkie’s confusion as the plane had saved her life by leading the limo here. She turned her head back to the six armed snuggle monster that still held her in a loving grip. “I’m guessing that there is nothing that I can say to make you leave me alone?”
“Nope, also just call me Miss Muffet.” It was the swift reply from Miss Muffet who nuzzled her face against Pinkie’s neck making her sweat a little.
The pony silently hoped those fangs weren’t poisonous.
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“Hey, there’s another name on Pinkie’s stone… it says Madeline Muffet? Huh that sounds… friendly.” Marble didn’t k now whether or not it was actually a friendly name, it sounded like the name you’d hear in a nursery rhyme. “Do you suppose it’s a girl’s name?”
“Well it’s not like its Napstablook. That name sounds like it has a lot of weird connotations to it and we all know Pinkie has a horrible taste in men. Her taste in women is actually pretty good though, why she ever stopped dating Vera Blossom I’ll never understand. Her name could have even eventually appeared on the stone with the way those two snuggled.” Limestone turned about and slammed her pickaxe down with the force of an anvil that broke off crystals from the walls of her mine. “Now get back to work on sculpting Prince Blue Ball’s carrot dog. I hate him as much as any mare does, but he’s paying a lot for his commission so exaggerate it as best you can without getting sick of him.”