Jolly good, then! I do wonder what caused it. I really don't think it was Zetta... I think he actually tried to help Ms. Dream Weaver stopping it by the glow on their horns.
[His eyes stray to the stand with the copies of Hoovesweek. There had been some other theories.]
Well, it's all frightfully technical with geology and whatnot. Best to leave it to chaps who have got more of a brain box to go boxing with.
[He does note as he's looking back to Trixie that a few other ponies who are skimming the magazine are beginning to glance their way.]
Right, ahah... mysteries abound as we race toward All Hallow's Eve, what? I'll look forward to your performance, Ms. Trixie. [If he isn't in jail or on the run.] I've got to go... [He searches for an acceptable excuse.] reorganize my socks. Toodle pip!
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[His eyes stray to the stand with the copies of Hoovesweek. There had been some other theories.]
Well, it's all frightfully technical with geology and whatnot. Best to leave it to chaps who have got more of a brain box to go boxing with.
[He does note as he's looking back to Trixie that a few other ponies who are skimming the magazine are beginning to glance their way.]
Right, ahah... mysteries abound as we race toward All Hallow's Eve, what? I'll look forward to your performance, Ms. Trixie. [If he isn't in jail or on the run.] I've got to go... [He searches for an acceptable excuse.] reorganize my socks. Toodle pip!