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
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Twilight finally gets up from the steps.
"Oh Fluttershy are wewe ok"? asked, Twilight.
Fluttershy is just lying on the ground and she is not breathing.
"Oh Fluttershy this is all my fault"! yells, Twilight.
"And now wewe died"! says, Twilight.
Twilight is now "crying" on the floor.
"I'm the one who should of died"! sobbed, Twilight.
"What's going on? say's Cadence.
"Cadence"!! says, Twilight.
"Sunshine, Sunshine, Ladybugs awake, clap your hooves,and do a little shake". says Twilight and Cadence. "So what's the matter Twilight"? asks, Cadence. "My friend Fluttershy is DEAD!! and it's all my fault!"
To be continued..........
"Oh Fluttershy are wewe ok"? asked, Twilight.
Fluttershy is just lying on the ground and she is not breathing.
"Oh Fluttershy this is all my fault"! yells, Twilight.
"And now wewe died"! says, Twilight.
Twilight is now "crying" on the floor.
"I'm the one who should of died"! sobbed, Twilight.
"What's going on? say's Cadence.
"Cadence"!! says, Twilight.
"Sunshine, Sunshine, Ladybugs awake, clap your hooves,and do a little shake". says Twilight and Cadence. "So what's the matter Twilight"? asks, Cadence. "My friend Fluttershy is DEAD!! and it's all my fault!"
To be continued..........