[Pony plays Dungeons and Dragons]
Pony:
What do I look like?
[transitions to the next scene where Pony is in a imaginary game where she's in drawrven armor]
Cravid:
You're in level seven dwarven armor.
Pony:
No, I don't like this. It widens me. Where's the clothing hut?
Baby Cakes:
Pony, that armor is really good. It'll protect you.
Pony:
Whatever.
Pony:
Hey, yo, wenches.
Cravid:
Uh, what is she doing?
Pony:
I'm trading this man armor for some wench wear. Cravid, do they trade?
Cravid:
Well, yeah. You pretty much just gave them 100,000 realm bucks.
Pony:
Okay, cool. Now what?
Baby Cakes:
Well, now we go fight -- For blood crystals.
Pony:
Whoa, fight? Why? Are we dicks? Why don't we just go in that bar and get drunk?
Matt Attack:
Finally! Let's go drink beer and f*** some ginger elven women. Boom!
Pony:
Oh, it's beer only? I want a girlie drink.
Baby Cakes:
Pony, please, you're embarrassing yourself. Okay, let's all go raid the Goblin's Watchtower.
Cravid:
Cool. So...
[imaginary sequence intensifies as one of the gang sneak pass from the goblin troll with a wand]
Pony:
Ooh, what's that pretty thing?
Baby Cakes:
Oh, you got so much to learn.
[Pony takes Goblin's wand]
Cravid:
Finally, someone selects the ultimate power and dexterity-enhancing weapon!
Baby Cakes:
What?! What the f***?
Pony:
Cool, cool. Now what? Roll a die? Roll at someone? B.C., I roll at you.
Baby Cakes:
No, no, wait, don't!
[Pony rolls the die]
Cravid:
Pony has gained initiative. If she cares to strike...
Pony:
Yeah, I strike.
[Pony rolled a 20]
Cravid:
[mortified] Baby Cakes, mightiest of all leaders...you are slain.
[Baby Cakes does a dramatic lose act]
