Know your mare, know your mare, know--
No, no, no, no, NO!
"What?" The hall pegasi looked up into the dark void that surrounded him, a labored tone to his voice.
You have to stand on the stage!
"I am on the stage."
STAND! Stand! You keep trying to move that couch in here.
"I'm not moving any couch in here."
You're having the boy do it.
"I'm helping!" Pipsqueak chirped, pressing his entire weight up against a love seat and trying to get in centered on the main stage.
Get back up here!
What's wrong with you? Making a young, impressionable colt do your work?
He said he was tired from his walk in.
Tired from his walk--? He can fly!
"It's a long fly..."
This building is under Cloudsdale!
"Have you flown these updrafts this year? Wooo! It is a workout, let me tell you."
Get a job, you hippie!
"I do have a job."
Then shave your stubble.
How does he even have stubble...?
You know what? I'm already tired of this one.
"Sooo... I can go home?"
Yes. Get out of here, freeloader.
"Words hurt, y'know..." with a somber turn from the voices addressing him, Zephyr Breeze started off before stopping short of his exist to turn back around, "I still get paid for the hour, right?"
GET OUT!
Bolts of green lightning served to urge the stallion out and off the stage as they chased him at every step.
...Geez, Queeny... Did a hairdresser cut you off in the parking lot or something once?