WAITERBOT: Charles, are you familiar with Natasha Bedingfield?
CHARLES: The British singer?
WAITERBOT Here's my rendition of her global smash, Unwritten.
REACHIN'...for something in the distance
So-close-you-can-almost-taste-it
Re-lease yah in-hi-bitions FEEL THE RAIN ON YOUR SKIN
WAITERBOT: Wait a second, this mic sounds muffled! Doesn't it sound muffled to you, Charles?
WAITERBOT: ...Charles?
SUCK YOUR MOTHER'S COCK WITH THAT MOUTH?
WAITERBOT: AHHHHHHHHHH!
WAITERBOT: AHHHHHHHHHH!
MARE: Waiterbot, wake up! You're having a nightmare!
WAITERBOT: Who...huh? What the fuck?
MARE: How did you manage to fall asleep standing up?!
WAITERBOT: Curse this narcolepsy!
WAITERBOT: Refresh my memory. What's going on?
MARE: Pear and another Mare merged into Doublemare. Then they knocked out me and Santa, and then they came here and did the same to the rest of you. When we woke up...ropes!
WAITERBOT: Doublemare? You mean that tall lizard standing over there?
MARE: Yup. That's her.
KUSE: Honey, you know, I really do appreciate you and Santa risking your necks for us, but did you even try to blast them with hand energy?
MARE: How could you even ask me that? Let's see you handle a Doublemare. Tell you what: You last five seconds, and I'll give you ten thousand dollars.
WAITERBOT: Will you two stop this bickering? And why isn't Charles tied up with the rest of us?
CHARLES: Excuse me, Doublemare? Is there any particular reason that you've spared me from beatings and ropes?
DOUBLEMARE: WE NEED SOMEONE TO WITNESS AND DOCUMENT OUR HOSTILE TAKEOVER. YOU SEEMED TO BE THE MOST DEFENSELESS OF THEM.
CHARLES: Oh.
DOUBLEMARE: IF IT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER, WE'LL KICK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU, TOO.
DOUBLEMARE: JUST LOOK AT THEM. FLACCID WASTES OF SKIN. WE HATE THEM. WE MUST EAT THEM.
DOUBLEMARE: YES "SISTER," YOU HEARD US RIGHT. WE PLAN TO EAT YOU...AND YOUR FRIENDS!
MARE: So go ahead and do it, sicko! What are you waiting for?
DOUBLEMARE: CHRISTMAS MORNING. YOU ARE TO BE OUR HOLIDAY SMORGASBORD.
DOUBLEMARE: UNTIL THEN, WE WILL RUN THE ADVENT CALENDAR OURSELVES! ALL OF ITS TREASURES, THERE FOR THE TAKING! HAHAHAHAHA!
DOUBLEMARE: OH, AND BEFORE ANYONE EVEN THINKS ABOUT TRYING TO ESCAPE, WE FEEL THAT A DEMONSTRATION IS IN ORDER. SHOULD ANY OF YOU ATTEMPT TO UNTIE THOSE ROPES...
DOUBLEMARE: ...THIS WILL BE YOUR FATE.
DOUBLEMARE: HAHAHAH, WE'RE KILLING YOUR DOG!
WAITERBOT: Steadfast Trolley! You've murdered my beloved pony!
DOUBLEMARE: WHY WOULD ANYONE NAME A DOG STEADFAST TROLLEY?
DOUBLEMARE: TELL US YOUR NAME AGAIN, LITTLE ONE.
CHARLES: It's Charles.
DOUBLEMARE: THANKS.
DOUBLEMARE: VAFFANCULO.
DOUBLEMARE: WHEN I FINISH EATING THEIR FLESHY PARTS, YOU CAN USE THIS TO CARRY THEIR CORPSES TO THE GRAVESITE OF YOUR CHOICE.
DOUBLEMARE: LET US RETURN TO THE BARN. THERE I WILL FIND ANOTHER ANIMAL TO MURDER.
