"…Yeah, that is expensive indeed, even for me.” the stallion scratched his chin “Guess I'll take this one. Both with the collar, remote and a chip too."
Chip? F*ck no.
"Get in there Schizo. I am not asking twice." the stallion nudged me into the open door when I hesitated to enter the smelly interior.
Stop pushing me.
...I was still sent into the luggage area though, with a threat that if I touch “anything” in there, I'd get zapped.
Zap me.
With a physical demonstration of how does it hurt. It really does hurt.
...It’s not like I was going to search through any pony luggage anyway
I would.
"I don't need an assistant Papyrus! Especially not... something like this!"
Excuse me?
"...He's ugly. And he smells..." the mare muttered
B*tch. Let’s see how good you look after being treated like an animal.
"If you did, you'd be here yourself!..." the mare angrily yelled, almost as if I wasn't standing right in front of them witnessing it, as if I wasn't even there. ...Pretty sure if she had something in her hoof, she’d throw it at him as well.
Don’t you just love looking at drama that don’t got sh*t to do with you?
"I don’t like things under my skin. ...Especially if it's connecting me to this weird and stinky creature."
Boo-hoo b*tch. I didn’t ask for this sh*t.
"Schizo, I'm gonna say this only once, so you better remember everything as best as your brain allows it. My wife, Lemon Scribble, is now your new master and the single most important thing in your life, understand? I won't always be here, so your allegiance lies to her. If she tells you to jump, you’re supposed to ask how high. If she tells you to run in circles, you better start running. Any questions?"
Uh yea. Who the f*ck you think you talking to?
...I had a few, but I was afraid of asking them, so I just shook my head, saying "No."
Chip? F*ck no.
Stop pushing me.
Zap me.
I would.
Excuse me?
B*tch. Let’s see how good you look after being treated like an animal.
Don’t you just love looking at drama that don’t got sh*t to do with you?
Boo-hoo b*tch. I didn’t ask for this sh*t.
Uh yea. Who the f*ck you think you talking to?
Just ask.