And so, the pony plot begins!

[monocle_layton]

[Today is not a good day. Of all the freakish things that the Dressing Room has cursed upon him during it's monthly cycle, this has to be the most undignified.

You can find Twister skulking about his floor, trying with considerable effort not to be spotted looking like this.]

Comments

[mlayton]

[You think you have it back at lest you larger. and not a heir ball]

[is sulking as he walks out the corridor]

[monocle_layton]

[Well, at least I'm not the Layton who had the worst luck.

Twister trots over.]

Good afternoon, little fellow.

[mlayton]

Little?

[looks up at Twister]

Alright I am, what do you what? have you never seen a walking ball of fir before?

[monocle_layton]

Not recently, no.

So which Layton are you supposed to be?

[mlayton]

I believe this place calls me Ker-plunk

[monocle_layton]

In which case, I can honestly say that this couldn't happen to a nicer Layton.

[mlayton]

I'm a ball of fur! what so nice about that?

[monocle_layton]

Nothing, my good sir.

[mlayton]

You'r to tall to be a pony. so you must be a meair

[monocle_layton]

I'm a grand sight classier than you, whatever I am.

[mlayton]

Apparenly, but at lest I have hand even if I'm small.

[monocle_layton]

And I could easily crush said hands with my hooves.

[mlayton]

you woulednt't

[monocle_layton]

No, because considering death isn't permanent here it would be a waste of my efforts.

[mlayton]

What a pitty, for I could have easly done away with the reble.

[monocle_layton]

That's assuming your Luke is even here.

[mlayton]

True, but jusing off how you don't what to to talk to the older Luke with out someone there I would guess he is.

[monocle_layton]

Well, you would guess wrong. Many of the residents here are from worlds that only slightly differ from one another. That Luke may be from a world with a Layton like yourself, and therefore need protection, but he is not from your world.

[mlayton]

Then there should be no problem with me talking to him.

[monocle_layton]

The problem is that you have no claim to him.

[mlayton]

Oh like you do? the boy is a reble dubble no matter what you say he will always be suspishes of you and possably even harm you one day.

[monocle_layton]

Then I will deal with that if and when it happens.

[mlayton]

If his lover boy come here it will be sooner then later.
He dose anything that he's told to do by him.

[monocle_layton]

Luckily for me, there's no rhyme of reason to the people who get brought here.

[mlayton]

just wach your back, the boy is trubble.