"... Stompson...." Scribble frowned. The perplexed earth pony looked through his memories, searching for any mention of this... this fellow. "...Come to think of it, I do remember you, kind of. You were talking about the pursuit of the Equestrian dream... or something, half of it was hard to understand. I think I still have the notes..." He trailed off in through, but shook his head. "But that's not important... or is it.... no, it's not."
...Hmm? "Our interest...? Brad Rayberry, that's...." He rubbed a temple with a hoof. "I know who that is, don't I?"
...Hmm? "Our interest...? Brad Rayberry, that's...." He rubbed a temple with a hoof. "I know who that is, don't I?"