User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-5837525-20150426232342

Cobbletrot: "Honor." Psssh. You give me far too much credit, good sir. I'm but a simple businesspony. Come. Step into my office.

(Cobbletrot's second-floor office bears all the usual office amenities: desk, ceiling fans, shelf of books and various files, decorative rug, a painting on the back wall of unicorn supermodel Fleur Dis Lee, and a large window that overlooks the lower floor of the lounge. Cobbletrot sits down at his desk chair.)

Cobbletrot: Now then, what sort of business do you require the services of my employees for, Mr. Chance?

Queen: Ooh... For someone who just took out two of my friends, you're quite the scaredy-pony around grenades, aren't ya?

(She tosses the explosive up and down in her hoof, not caring that it was seconds away from exploding.)

Queen: How about it, "Flame Head"? Feeling lucky?

(Around the corner, the still-conscious Jack looks upon Queen and Snowy, readying his firearm.)