Gordon went to go talk to Coffee Creme.
Coffee Creme: *Sitting on a bench*
Gordon: Coff?
Coffee Creme: It's Coffee Creme. Not Coff, or Frenchy. Coffee Creme.
Gordon: No kidding. Listen, I just wanted you to know that I'm divorcing my wife, and there's no reason for you to be mad at me.
Coffee Creme: Oh yeah? How many other mares were you seeing in Portland?
Gordon: None. I just worked as a porter at one of the train stations. Listen, I'm trying to tell you I'm sorry. Don't you understand?
Coffee Creme: *Sighs* I'll give you another chance. But if I find out that you're cheating on me, or anypony while dating with me, we're through.
Gordon: Got it.
On the other part of the station.
Pete: Pierce, you and Stylo are going to take a freight all the way into St. Foalis.
Hawkeye: You can count on us Pete.
Stylo: We'll get the train there on time.
Pete: That's what I want to here. Good, now I gotta go check on our profits. *Goes to office*
Stylo: Guess what kind of engine we're driving to St. Foaly.
Hawkeye: I'm going to guess that it's a F unit.
Stylo: What kind of an F unit?
Hawkeye: I don't know, perhaps an F3?
Stylo: I'm guessing a GP7.
Hawkeye: You're crazy. Our railroad only has Twenty one GP7's, it's rare if we get one pulling our train.
Stylo: Big boys are rare too.
Hawkeye: But they're all stationed here in Cheyenne.
Stylo: For a reason.
Hawkeye: Yeah, I know. Getting heavy freight trains over Sherman Hill.
Stylo: What about Archer hill?
Hawkeye: I guess other engines go on that part of the line.
Worker: *Driving freight train*
Hawkeye: Hey, there's two GP7's on this train, why don't you stop the engineer, and ask him about everything you need to know about our engines?
Worker: *stops train*
Stylo: I don't think that's necessary.
Worker: *Walks out of train* Are you Stylo, and Pierce?
Stylo: Yes.
Worker: Special delivery. Get this freight to St. Foalis.
Stylo: I was right Hawkeye.
Hawkeye: Great.
But before they could get in their locomotive
Gordon: Hey guys, guess what?
Hawkeye: What?
Gordon: I'm dating Coffee Creme again!
Stylo: How did you manage to pull that off?
Gordon: I just said I was sorry, and she had a lot of sympathy for me, and now we're dating again.
Hawkeye: Congratulations. I'll send my condolences to Frenchy when we return.
Gordon: Well unlike you guys, she actually likes me.
Stylo: Whatever. *Gets in engine*
Hawkeye: *Gets in engine*
Gordon: So that's it? You don't even care?
Hawkeye: Nope. *Blows horn twice, and drives train*
Gordon: *watching train leave station* They don't even care? They don't even care. Now the question is... Why don't they care?
2 B continued
Coffee Creme: *Sitting on a bench*
Gordon: Coff?
Coffee Creme: It's Coffee Creme. Not Coff, or Frenchy. Coffee Creme.
Gordon: No kidding. Listen, I just wanted you to know that I'm divorcing my wife, and there's no reason for you to be mad at me.
Coffee Creme: Oh yeah? How many other mares were you seeing in Portland?
Gordon: None. I just worked as a porter at one of the train stations. Listen, I'm trying to tell you I'm sorry. Don't you understand?
Coffee Creme: *Sighs* I'll give you another chance. But if I find out that you're cheating on me, or anypony while dating with me, we're through.
Gordon: Got it.
On the other part of the station.
Pete: Pierce, you and Stylo are going to take a freight all the way into St. Foalis.
Hawkeye: You can count on us Pete.
Stylo: We'll get the train there on time.
Pete: That's what I want to here. Good, now I gotta go check on our profits. *Goes to office*
Stylo: Guess what kind of engine we're driving to St. Foaly.
Hawkeye: I'm going to guess that it's a F unit.
Stylo: What kind of an F unit?
Hawkeye: I don't know, perhaps an F3?
Stylo: I'm guessing a GP7.
Hawkeye: You're crazy. Our railroad only has Twenty one GP7's, it's rare if we get one pulling our train.
Stylo: Big boys are rare too.
Hawkeye: But they're all stationed here in Cheyenne.
Stylo: For a reason.
Hawkeye: Yeah, I know. Getting heavy freight trains over Sherman Hill.
Stylo: What about Archer hill?
Hawkeye: I guess other engines go on that part of the line.
Worker: *Driving freight train*
Hawkeye: Hey, there's two GP7's on this train, why don't you stop the engineer, and ask him about everything you need to know about our engines?
Worker: *stops train*
Stylo: I don't think that's necessary.
Worker: *Walks out of train* Are you Stylo, and Pierce?
Stylo: Yes.
Worker: Special delivery. Get this freight to St. Foalis.
Stylo: I was right Hawkeye.
Hawkeye: Great.
But before they could get in their locomotive
Gordon: Hey guys, guess what?
Hawkeye: What?
Gordon: I'm dating Coffee Creme again!
Stylo: How did you manage to pull that off?
Gordon: I just said I was sorry, and she had a lot of sympathy for me, and now we're dating again.
Hawkeye: Congratulations. I'll send my condolences to Frenchy when we return.
Gordon: Well unlike you guys, she actually likes me.
Stylo: Whatever. *Gets in engine*
Hawkeye: *Gets in engine*
Gordon: So that's it? You don't even care?
Hawkeye: Nope. *Blows horn twice, and drives train*
Gordon: *watching train leave station* They don't even care? They don't even care. Now the question is... Why don't they care?
2 B continued
A Union Pacific GP7
