Previously, Bob was on a luxury cruise liner with Emily, his wife. On that cruise, they met two ponies named Burt, and Mildred.
Burt: wewe know what I like to get all the time?
Bob: Potatoes?
Burt: No, that's the Irish. I like to get the salad.
Mildred: And I get steak.
Burt: Maybe, this time wewe should have the saladi with me mum.
Emily: saladi sounds nice.
Bob: I have to agree with Mildred, the steak, mnofu sounds good.
Waiter: May I take your orders.
Burt: Me, and mum will have a salad.
Mildred: Don't be daft Burt, I can order for myself. Let me have a steak.
Waiter: Okay. *Writing down orders* And for the rest of you?
Bob: Steak.
Emily: Salad.
Waiter: Okay. What kind of dressing would wewe like for the salads.
Burt: Ranch.
Emily: French.
Waiter: Coming right up. *Goes to kitchen*
Burt: Why didn't wewe get the salad?
Mildred: I told you, I could order my own food!
Bob: Hey, there's no need to shout.
Mildred: Sorry Bobby.
Bob: Please, just call me Bob.
Burt: So, what wewe do wewe two do?
Bob: I'm a therapist.
Burt: A rapist?
Bob: No, I alisema therapist.
Emily: I work on advertising.
Bob: So, what about-
Burt: wewe know something? I'm sorry to say this, but I hate therapists. They're always telling ponies that they have this problem, and how to solve them.
Bob: Actually Burt, the ponies that come to visit a therapist tell them their problem. Not the other way around.
Burt: But wewe always tell them how to solve it.
Bob: Because they want help.
Burt: I just hate therapy in general.
Emily: hujambo look, the band is here.
The band shows up on stage, and is playing a song: link
Mildred: Oh, I upendo this song.
Bob: Me too. Emily, do wewe want to dance while we wait for our food?
Emily: Sure.
Mildred: I want to dance too.
Burt: I don't. wewe go ahead, and dance. We'll let the waiter know where wewe are.
Bob: Well, thanks. *Goes to dancing floor*
Emily: *Follows Bob*
While Bob, and Emily were dancing, Mildred seemed sad. She left the table.
Burt: Where do wewe think you're going?
Mildred: For a walk. I need some fresh air.
Burt: Oh, fine.
Mildred: *Goes for walk*
2 B continued
Burt: wewe know what I like to get all the time?
Bob: Potatoes?
Burt: No, that's the Irish. I like to get the salad.
Mildred: And I get steak.
Burt: Maybe, this time wewe should have the saladi with me mum.
Emily: saladi sounds nice.
Bob: I have to agree with Mildred, the steak, mnofu sounds good.
Waiter: May I take your orders.
Burt: Me, and mum will have a salad.
Mildred: Don't be daft Burt, I can order for myself. Let me have a steak.
Waiter: Okay. *Writing down orders* And for the rest of you?
Bob: Steak.
Emily: Salad.
Waiter: Okay. What kind of dressing would wewe like for the salads.
Burt: Ranch.
Emily: French.
Waiter: Coming right up. *Goes to kitchen*
Burt: Why didn't wewe get the salad?
Mildred: I told you, I could order my own food!
Bob: Hey, there's no need to shout.
Mildred: Sorry Bobby.
Bob: Please, just call me Bob.
Burt: So, what wewe do wewe two do?
Bob: I'm a therapist.
Burt: A rapist?
Bob: No, I alisema therapist.
Emily: I work on advertising.
Bob: So, what about-
Burt: wewe know something? I'm sorry to say this, but I hate therapists. They're always telling ponies that they have this problem, and how to solve them.
Bob: Actually Burt, the ponies that come to visit a therapist tell them their problem. Not the other way around.
Burt: But wewe always tell them how to solve it.
Bob: Because they want help.
Burt: I just hate therapy in general.
Emily: hujambo look, the band is here.
The band shows up on stage, and is playing a song: link
Mildred: Oh, I upendo this song.
Bob: Me too. Emily, do wewe want to dance while we wait for our food?
Emily: Sure.
Mildred: I want to dance too.
Burt: I don't. wewe go ahead, and dance. We'll let the waiter know where wewe are.
Bob: Well, thanks. *Goes to dancing floor*
Emily: *Follows Bob*
While Bob, and Emily were dancing, Mildred seemed sad. She left the table.
Burt: Where do wewe think you're going?
Mildred: For a walk. I need some fresh air.
Burt: Oh, fine.
Mildred: *Goes for walk*
2 B continued
SweetieBelle: Thanks for flying us over.
Derpy: Mwa.. Still beats Saten's job.
CUTAWAY:
Saten Twist is seen having to watch over Fluffle Puff for a while. And much to his annoyance, Fluffle Puff is nibbling on one of back hooves the whole time.
Saten: *groans* That payment better be worth it
END CUTAWAY:
AppleBloom: Well. Still appreciated.
SweetieBelle: Let's hope we're not to late.
Scootaloo: I don't get it.. I thought wewe 'wanted' Rarity's ubunifu ruined.
SweetieBelle: That was when I suffered in silence, about thinking she was always out shining me.
Scootaloo: *annoyedly* Suffered in 'silence'
SweetieBelle: Yes. But after Luna approaching my dreams. I had a change of heart.
AppleBloom; Then let's go! *they run ahead*
Scootaloo: Suf... *angrily* SILENCE!?
TO BE CONTAINUED.
Derpy: Mwa.. Still beats Saten's job.
CUTAWAY:
Saten Twist is seen having to watch over Fluffle Puff for a while. And much to his annoyance, Fluffle Puff is nibbling on one of back hooves the whole time.
Saten: *groans* That payment better be worth it
END CUTAWAY:
AppleBloom: Well. Still appreciated.
SweetieBelle: Let's hope we're not to late.
Scootaloo: I don't get it.. I thought wewe 'wanted' Rarity's ubunifu ruined.
SweetieBelle: That was when I suffered in silence, about thinking she was always out shining me.
Scootaloo: *annoyedly* Suffered in 'silence'
SweetieBelle: Yes. But after Luna approaching my dreams. I had a change of heart.
AppleBloom; Then let's go! *they run ahead*
Scootaloo: Suf... *angrily* SILENCE!?
TO BE CONTAINUED.
