"Its funny you should ask!" Replied the suddenly self aware and chatty horse.
"Its just... it seems like its been forever since I was awake... and, I'm having trouble remembering... just... what was going on?"
"weeEeell... you got smashed by a Troll..."
"No, I'm the troll."
"Listen, whose telling this story, you, or me?"
"Fine, go ahead."
"So as I was saying, you got smashed by a Troll because YOU, (also being a troll) smashed his boat, Skidmark."
"Oooooh right."
"You've been a little loopy since then, I think."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, you did walk up (naked, mind you) to a bunch of evil Ogres, and, without knowing their language, attempt to barter with them via removing their clothing."
"That seems really..."
"dumbfounded, they decided to have sex with you, and you were rather surprised by that"
"Really? That's..."
"Retarded though their manners were, one could still venture fourth that you gave the fellows the wrong message."
"Right."
"Anyway, after the raping and the running and the killing, you ended up back at the Fairies briefly."
"Wait, didn't we go to see Poonose, AFTER the raping?"
"...yes."
"Why'd you tell it in the other order?"
"...to attempt to give you an excuse as to your logic."
"... right. Carry on. Then what happened?"
Gluestick neighed and bobbed his head, which was the well known "horses can't talk, moron" head gesture.
"... wait... what? Am I ... still... what the crap?"
--(sorry, we still haven't played yet)--
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