Confusion is a steak of mime

[multaekappae]

The interloping unicorn seemed to try to say three different things at the same time, or else had simply progressed to the point of complete incomprehensibility. He grabbed his head as though afraid it would fly off. "Ugh, keep forgetting I only have one of these things. Now where was I? Oh, yeah, " the green pony looked around, quietly dropping his cigarette butt into a passing posh pony's pannier (that's a back-slung saddlebag, eff-why-eye). "Canterlot."

"So the wounded valkyrie and space pooch I get..." The persistent pony pointed, punctuating postulation. "But you," The stalking stallion lowered his glasses to eye Scribble with rather watery gray eyes with perhaps a few too many veins visible. He tapped his chin, frowning, "I want to say your name is... Scrabble?" He shook his head, "Nah, that's not right... Staple? Stipple? Dribble?"