I- What- I don’t- Ugh…

Look, think of a gentlecolt. A gentlecolt at a fancy restaurant. That’s Boscov twenty-four/seven. He’s the nicest, kindest, most considerate… anything you’ll ever meet!

Terrified?

Yes, my boyfriend.

Oh, Cels… Are you alright?

Dear Ms. Hooves,

We’re pleased to inform you that after carefully reviewing your application you have been accepted into our prestigious academy.

You may begin registration now. Classes begin on Jan. 8th.

Aw sweet! I loved that game!

While anything he got me would have been wonderful, what he choose was sorta expensive and will be kickin’ rad.

I appreciate you taking time out of your day to let me know this essential information.

Not like I can feel much more sick right now than I am.

Nope.

I carefully planned out the extra insurance money when I factored in the addition and made sure there was enough for furnishings too.

So yes. I’m sleeping on a bed at night.

I can’t really afford a pet.

Mild to moderately, I suppose.

It comes and goes.

That’s boss.

The only way it’d be better, is if it were one of those flippie-insidie-outtie plushies and it could flip into a Jolteon.

We have bathrooms, you know.

That’s a real food?

Huh…

I thought it was just slang for a swear.

My species dominates the civilized world.