After Pete left, Gordon decided to make a phone call.
Gordon: *Waiting for operator to pick up*
Operator: Operator?
Gordon: This is the Cheyenne train station, for the Union Pacific. We'd like a стол письменный, стол for one of our offices.
Operator: Who would Ты like to speak to?
Gordon: Иисус christ, get me the fucking таблица company, или whatever the fuck that place is where they sell desks.
Operator: One moment sir. *Connecting call to стол письменный, стол servicing*
стол письменный, стол seller: Hello, this is стол письменный, стол servicing. How may I help you?
Gordon: Get me a стол письменный, стол made out of oak wood to the Cheyenne train station immediately.
стол письменный, стол seller: How would Ты like the стол письменный, стол delivered?
Gordon: By train.
стол письменный, стол seller: Ты got it. We'll have the стол письменный, стол loaded onto one of your trains.
Gordon: Thank you. *Hangs up*
Hawkeye: *Arrives* How are things going?
Gordon: None of your business, go away.
Hawkeye: Ты haven't done one thing that Pete told Ты to do yet. Haven't you?
Gordon: Nope. Get out.
Hawkeye: Alright, but Pete isn't going to be happy to hear about this. *Leaves office*
Ten минуты later
Orion: *Lands at trainyard*
Percy: Whoa! Orion, where did Ты come from?
Orion: San Diego.
Percy: How did Ты get here so fast?
Orion: I flew at high altitudes. Where's Pete?
Percy: He went down to Silver City.
Orion: There's a city made entirely out of silver? Where?
Percy: *Facehoof* Silver City New Mexico.
Orion: Oh. If Pete's not here, who's in charge?
Percy: If I tell you, will Ты promise not to freak out?
Orion: I bet Ты it's Hawkeye.
Percy: No, it's Gordon.
Orion: Now I really want to get fired. *Going to office*
Metal Gloss: *Blowing horn on train*
Orion: *Runs onto platform at station*
Metal Gloss: *Stops train*
Orion: Why is there a freight car on your passenger train?
Metal Gloss: Why don't Ты open the door, and find out?
Orion: *Opens door to freight car* It's a desk. What's this doing here?
Metal Gloss: According to the ponies Загрузка it into the car, they сказал(-а) it was for Gordon.
Orion: Oh no. *Runs to office*
Metal Gloss: Hey! Who's going to help me get this thing out of here?
Orion: *Arrives at office*
Gordon: *On phone* Okay president Eisenhower, anything Ты say.
Orion: Gordon-
Gordon: Yeah, yeah. I'll call Ты back in forty minutes, and Ты can send someponies down here, and take them all.
Eisenhower: Good. We could use some еще of those.
Gordon: Alrighty then Mr. President. Goodbye *Hangs up* What is it?
Orion: A стол письменный, стол for Ты has arrived.
Gordon: Ah, good *runs to platform*
Metal Gloss: *Gets стол письменный, стол out of freight car*
Gordon: Get away from that, Ты don't know what you're doing!
Metal Gloss: *Gets away from table*
Gordon: *Examining table* You're lucky this didn't get damaged!
Metal Gloss: *Runs away*
Gordon: Now Orion, help me get this стол письменный, стол into my office, или you're fired.
Orion: Ты want to огонь me if I don't help with the desk?
Gordon: Yeah, Ты got a problem with that?
Orion: No, no, I want to be fired.
Gordon: Well tough shit. I won't give Ты the satisfaction.
Orion: *Groaning*
After three минуты of arguing, and moving a table
Gordon & Orion: *Gently place стол письменный, стол in office*
Gordon: Thank Ты for your assistance.
Orion: Yeah, sure *Walks away*
Percy: *Arrives* So this is the стол письменный, стол Ты ordered.
Gordon: That's right. I bet Ты don't know what kind of wood this is.
Percy: It's oak.
Gordon: Nope. It's oak.
Percy: *shrugs* Whatever *Leaves office*
2 B continued
Gordon: *Waiting for operator to pick up*
Operator: Operator?
Gordon: This is the Cheyenne train station, for the Union Pacific. We'd like a стол письменный, стол for one of our offices.
Operator: Who would Ты like to speak to?
Gordon: Иисус christ, get me the fucking таблица company, или whatever the fuck that place is where they sell desks.
Operator: One moment sir. *Connecting call to стол письменный, стол servicing*
стол письменный, стол seller: Hello, this is стол письменный, стол servicing. How may I help you?
Gordon: Get me a стол письменный, стол made out of oak wood to the Cheyenne train station immediately.
стол письменный, стол seller: How would Ты like the стол письменный, стол delivered?
Gordon: By train.
стол письменный, стол seller: Ты got it. We'll have the стол письменный, стол loaded onto one of your trains.
Gordon: Thank you. *Hangs up*
Hawkeye: *Arrives* How are things going?
Gordon: None of your business, go away.
Hawkeye: Ты haven't done one thing that Pete told Ты to do yet. Haven't you?
Gordon: Nope. Get out.
Hawkeye: Alright, but Pete isn't going to be happy to hear about this. *Leaves office*
Ten минуты later
Orion: *Lands at trainyard*
Percy: Whoa! Orion, where did Ты come from?
Orion: San Diego.
Percy: How did Ты get here so fast?
Orion: I flew at high altitudes. Where's Pete?
Percy: He went down to Silver City.
Orion: There's a city made entirely out of silver? Where?
Percy: *Facehoof* Silver City New Mexico.
Orion: Oh. If Pete's not here, who's in charge?
Percy: If I tell you, will Ты promise not to freak out?
Orion: I bet Ты it's Hawkeye.
Percy: No, it's Gordon.
Orion: Now I really want to get fired. *Going to office*
Metal Gloss: *Blowing horn on train*
Orion: *Runs onto platform at station*
Metal Gloss: *Stops train*
Orion: Why is there a freight car on your passenger train?
Metal Gloss: Why don't Ты open the door, and find out?
Orion: *Opens door to freight car* It's a desk. What's this doing here?
Metal Gloss: According to the ponies Загрузка it into the car, they сказал(-а) it was for Gordon.
Orion: Oh no. *Runs to office*
Metal Gloss: Hey! Who's going to help me get this thing out of here?
Orion: *Arrives at office*
Gordon: *On phone* Okay president Eisenhower, anything Ты say.
Orion: Gordon-
Gordon: Yeah, yeah. I'll call Ты back in forty minutes, and Ты can send someponies down here, and take them all.
Eisenhower: Good. We could use some еще of those.
Gordon: Alrighty then Mr. President. Goodbye *Hangs up* What is it?
Orion: A стол письменный, стол for Ты has arrived.
Gordon: Ah, good *runs to platform*
Metal Gloss: *Gets стол письменный, стол out of freight car*
Gordon: Get away from that, Ты don't know what you're doing!
Metal Gloss: *Gets away from table*
Gordon: *Examining table* You're lucky this didn't get damaged!
Metal Gloss: *Runs away*
Gordon: Now Orion, help me get this стол письменный, стол into my office, или you're fired.
Orion: Ты want to огонь me if I don't help with the desk?
Gordon: Yeah, Ты got a problem with that?
Orion: No, no, I want to be fired.
Gordon: Well tough shit. I won't give Ты the satisfaction.
Orion: *Groaning*
After three минуты of arguing, and moving a table
Gordon & Orion: *Gently place стол письменный, стол in office*
Gordon: Thank Ты for your assistance.
Orion: Yeah, sure *Walks away*
Percy: *Arrives* So this is the стол письменный, стол Ты ordered.
Gordon: That's right. I bet Ты don't know what kind of wood this is.
Percy: It's oak.
Gordon: Nope. It's oak.
Percy: *shrugs* Whatever *Leaves office*
2 B continued
I woke up at dawn hoping wishing something anything would happen different today. I put on my радуга dash рубашка and loyally necklace. POOF!
I woke up on a облако . A blue pegus flow by I know who it was. I had to look over my back, I had wings and a Музыка note cutie mark. I fell off the cloud. "HELP! I'm falling "I yelled.
"just fly "yelled some one
"I don't know how"
who ever it was flow over and catch me. I turn and looked at this cute young жеребенок, кольт who saved me. "My names lighting bolt and Ты can get down now" is what he сказал(-а) before he walked away...
I woke up on a облако . A blue pegus flow by I know who it was. I had to look over my back, I had wings and a Музыка note cutie mark. I fell off the cloud. "HELP! I'm falling "I yelled.
"just fly "yelled some one
"I don't know how"
who ever it was flow over and catch me. I turn and looked at this cute young жеребенок, кольт who saved me. "My names lighting bolt and Ты can get down now" is what he сказал(-а) before he walked away...