"Come on, Saddles!" Rainbow's voice cracked from the other side of the desk. "Give me a break!"
"I'm afraid I have, Miss Dash," Green Saddles said. The two sat in the stallion's office. The gray light of morning rolled even grayer through the window blinds. "In fact, I've given you several."
"Well... uh... g-give me more!" Rainbow's eyes were wide. "You know that I'm good at coming around with the money for the rent!"
Green Saddles sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Even if that were true, the fact of the matter is that this situation does not rest in my hooves alone." His nostrils flared. "The market for cloud homes is bustling. With all available moisture being cycled to Cloudsdale for the Equestrian Weather Commission, I'm being pressured from higher-ups to meet our standards of cloud distribution. If our tenants cannot pay, then we simply cannot supply."
"But—"
"There are plenty of well-paying families who want the same misty beds that make up the foundation of your home, Miss Dash," Green Saddles growled. "They have a need just as much as you do. The only difference is that they can deliver on their promise to meet the requirements of such a need. You, on the other hoof—"
"Look, I hit a rough patch! But I'm over it now!"
"It would seem as though you are always hitting rough patches." Green Saddles folded his forelimbs as he squinted across the room. "To say that you're 'over it' would be an earth-shifting miracle."
"Honest! J-just... uh... erm..." Rainbow Dash fidgeted in her seat. "H-how about a loan!"
"A loan at this point would be out of the question." He sighed. "In case you haven't looked through the record books before you chose to storm your way into my office, your extensive history of debt nullifies you from presently opening a loan with our—"
"Then I'll do clerical work around this place to make up for it! I mean... look at the dust on these filing cabinets! Wow! A bunch of wingfeathers could certainly make this place spotless!"
"Miss Dash, this conversation has exceeded the boundaries of comical hyperbole—"
"Oh! I can do stand-up too! Ahem... 'Why did the little orange filly cross the road—?'"
"I'm sorry."
"That was just a warm-up! Lemme try a good bit—"
"Miss Dash!" Green Saddles stood up, frowning. "I'm afraid that the purpose of this impromptu meeting was pointless from the start!" He sighed. "The paperwork has already been cleared out. You had two weeks as of last Sunday."
"As of..." Rainbow Dash blinked. "...last Sunday?"
"At least three notices were delivered to your home. Did you receive them?" He raised an eyebrow. "Or were you simply not there?"
Rainbow Dash bit her lip. She squirmed in her hard wooden seat.
"Like I said, I'm sorry. But we had very specific arrangements set up at the start of your lease..." He exhaled, sitting back down. "And you've neglected to provide on your end for more instances than I can even pretend to count." He slowly shook his head. "You are no longer a tenant of that abode. Come next Sunday, a group of Cloudsdalian weather ponies will be sent over to dissolve the cloudstone. I highly suggest that you remove your belongings from the property before then. The ponies can remove the materials for you, but I doubt you wish to accrue even more debt."
"Pffft.. please..." Rainbow Dash flapped her wings, hovering up. "You make it sound sooooooooo grim." She pointed at herself with a frown. "Well, I ain't ready to hang high and dry! This isn't over, Greenie! I'm gonna get you the money!"
Green Saddles face-hoofed. "Miss Dash, please..."
"I mean it!" She smirked devilishly. "After all, I've got two jobs, don't I?"