Horse Talk 2
H1: Mr. Horsey, is that zeppelin for sale?
H2: Mr. Horse, obviously not - you are a deficiency on society.
H1: As for I am too, quite proud of such distinction, Mr. Horsey.
H2: Sip of this Chablis.
H1: Quite crisp, I must say as I toot my cap towards the morning dew.
H2: Countdown to destruction - carry all forth.
H1: Let me finish my wine, you cantankerous boob known as Mr. Horsey.
H2: Prancing for dollars will only earn you debt, TV time.
H1: The maidens are set for ATM repair.
H2: Mr. Horse, how dare you challenge the zephyr of repair.
H1: If I were to challenge the sky, would cloud man not be deranged with old timey fun?