- >One second, you lady is getting fucked infront of you, the next, you are in the middle of some village.
- >WHAT THE FOOK!? WHERE THE SHIT AHM AHH?
- >Are those small little horses?
- >"What is it?" One of them asks.
- >AHM YER WORST FOOKIN' NIGHTMARE!
- >Trying to rock back and forth, you suddenly are lifted into the air.
- >Seems like that purple horse right in front of you is lifting you up with, magic?
- >U fookin' wot m8?
- >I'll fookin' rek ya.
- >She does some her magic on you, and now you feel funny.
- >Really funny.
- "What the shat did you do tah meh, purple horse?"
- >What the Fook?
- "Did ahh jus' talk?"
- >The horses look to you, and one asks what you are.
- "Ahm an-"
- >Suddenly some disgusting little shit shows up.
- >"Hellooo, My little ponies! Have you had your daily allowance of chaos yet?"
- >Wot tha fook is he?
- "OI, WOT THA FOOK ARE YA, M8?"
- >Suddenly he looks to you, "Who taught him to speak? Because, it certainly wasn't me."
- >"Discord! What are you doing here?" Purple horse yells.
- >Suddenly he looks more evil than before, "To turn you all to my will of course."
- >He snaps his fingers and then, all the horses turn grey.
- >But should you care?
- >No.
- >Because you are an Arm Chair.
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