[when the feed comes on, it is sudden and scratchy, lying at an angle on the floor. it's obviously been knocked over]
--My goodness! This just can't be? Where am I?! Oh dear! Why, this is certainly not Ponyville at all!
[little white legs run across the screen to the right, accompanied by trotting noises]
And this can't be my room! [then to the
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Something about seeing a sparkly talking pony just didn't really sit right with him. He had hoped his mental state was not that bad.]
I... really gotta stop drinkin'.
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Oh, hello. Are you feeling alright?
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[And don't mind the sound of something being poured down the drain. He's had enough for today.]
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