Salt Water Smells

@Joshua  
F.F.: Pretty? More like extremely.

Ms. Peachbottom: I guess I meant to say “VERY”.

@Joshua  
F.F.: I mean like military-grade!

Ms. Peachbottom: Your turn, Ocean. (Gets up)  
Ocean Ripple: Okay. (sits on Frets’ face)

@Joshua  
When will we get to the brown mile?

@Joshua  
Maybe after Ocean’s turn.

Ocean Ripple: How does MY butt smell?

@Joshua  
F.F.: I can’t really decide which one is better! I mean, I’ve known you for more than a year or so, and I’ve only now just met Ms. Peachbottom.

Ocean Ripple: That’s nice, baby.  
Prrrrrt!  
Ocean Ripple: Aw yeah, that feels wonderful.

@Joshua  
F.F.: And, although, I like the thought of having someone to be with for all eternity, I also enjoy the freedom of being able to see other mares without persecution.

Ocean Ripple: Whoa, let’s not push it too far, buddy. I’m not ready for a husband yet.

@Joshua  
F.F.: Ne neither.

Ocean Ripple: But THIS might get you to bust a nut!  
PBLBLBLBRRRRRRAAAOOOORRRRPT!

@Joshua  
F.F.: Getting there! Just a little more…

Ocean Ripple: I kinda feel one more, now that you mention it.  
BRRRRRAAAAAOOOORRRRRMPT! Pssshhh…!

@Joshua  
F.F.: How about a bit of brown to top me off?

Ocean Ripple: Let’s see.  
BLLLOOOORRRRRP!  
Ocean Ripple: How’s that?

F.F.: I think I’m gonna save room for dessert.

Ocean Ripple: If you say so.

@Joshua  
(A few minutes later…)

Ms. Peachbottom: Wow, this place smells.

@Joshua  
F.F.: Not as much as it will when phase 2 comes about.

Ocean Ripple: What do you mean?

@Joshua  
F.F.: You’ll see.