I know you’ve got quite a few years on me, and at the end of the day there’s no way I can win.

But darned if I’m about to back down now. (mild language)

I don’t live with Boscov.

Not bad…

But I raise (mild language).

(Sad, Awkward Songs)

Just make it back in one piece, alright?

Shouldn’t be too hard. I don’t like peanut butter.

That’s infinitely better than where I’d have you placed.

Also, asylums aren’t really around much anymore. They weren’t very effective and bred patient mistreatment. The mentally ill are typically housed in dedicated hospital wings if incapable of living on their own or with family.

Congratulations! You’re only four (or was it five?) months late!

Are things going well, then?

She ran into a friend of hers and they wanted to talk.

I didn’t mind. I was busy cheering on Sweetie Belle.

Look for yourself!

I pretty much play whatever sheet music I can get my hooves on for free. That usually ends up with my playing video game music, evidently.

Not a fan of techno, though.

Yeah, Al Jarreau is pretty smooth. /watch?v=TpeczK1LpE0

A delight!

Near as I can tell it’s a blue telephone booth with more room on the inside than the outside.

I kid. But you’d be better off asking somepony else. I keep a healthy distance from time travel.

‘Fraid not. I don’t own a harp.

Just some lyres and a sitar.

You…

You I like.

Good music, here.

I had a strawberry Poptart.

Your mileage may vary.