Gordon, and Case Cracker returned to Mane Ashbury, to tell Jim the bad news.

Gordon: Jim, we got a problem.
Jim: Don't tell me-
Gordon: I'm sorry, but the cops shot down the plane, and it blew up.
Jim: Those assholes! Not only did they screw up our operation, but now they caused a war.
Case Cracker: What are you talking about?
Jim: If my friend in Manehattan doesn't get his pleasure in poison, he'll move his entire mafia here to declare war against us.
Gordon: Shit.
Jim: You're goddamn right that's shit. The worst pile of shit you could ever get stuck in.

In Manehattan several hours later, Jim's friend was at his apartment

Pony 72: Anthony? We have a problem.
Anthony: What sort of problem?
Pony 72: Your friend Jim didn't send any drugs.
Anthony: That lousy cunt. Get our entire mafia over here now. We've got a war to declare.
Pony 72: Yes sir, right away. *Walks away*
Anthony: I thought I could trust you Jim. Now you're going to die along with all of your friends, and everything else you like.

Meanwhile Gordon, and Case Cracker were at the bowling alley

Case Cracker: So Gordon, we planin' on laying low for long?
Gordon: I don't think so. When they arrive, we just gotta be cautious. Jim will tell us about these guys tomorrow.
Case Cracker: Alright.

Soon, both ponies started bowling. By the time the game was near an end, it was all tied up. So far, both of them got all strikes.

Gordon: Ok, don't foul this up *rolls ball down lane*
Case Cracker: *watches bowling ball hit the pins* YEAH! *Hoofbumps Gordon* You got eight man.
Gordon: I only need to get two more to get a spare. *Rolls ball down lane, and sees the two pins go down* That's an extra turn for me.
Case Cracker: You better get another strike man.
Gordon: I'll see what I can do. *Gets a bowling ball, and waits for the pins to be set*
Case Cracker: *Watching Gordon*
Gordon: *Rolls the ball down the lane*
Case Cracker: *watches ball roll down lane in suspense*
Gordon: *Watching* I got seven. Alright Case. You gotta get a strike, and eight more pins to beat me.
Case Cracker: *rolls ball down the middle of the lane*
Gordon: Ooh. This could be a strike.
Case Cracker: *watches the pins fall* Woahhh yeah!
Gordon: Now, just get eight more pins.
Case Cracker: *Sees the pins being set, and grabs a bowling ball*
Gordon: I swear, if you don't get this-
Case Cracker: Shut up. Let me do this. *Rolls ball towards the right. It curves to the left, and knocks down nine pins*
Gordon: Case, you won. Nice job *hoofbump*
Case Cracker: *goes to staff* I got all strikes so I get my money back! *takes his money*
Staff: Fine now leave
Case Cracker: I will *goes outside the bowling alley*
Gordon: *Follows* Hey, that just reminds me. I got this letter from a mare this morning. She said she lived somewhere in Russian Hill, and is saying she wants to meet me.
Case Cracker: A mare? What does she want to meet you for?
Gordon: I don't know. Perhaps she wants to ask me out on a date.
Case Cracker: Alright I'll leave you to your 'business'. I'm gonna go home then.
Gordon: Yeah yeah, see you tomorrow.

Later, Gordon went to Russian Hill to meet the mare that sent him the letter.

Gordon: *Gets out of his car, and waits*
Erica: *Walks to Gordon* Hello.
Gordon: Hi. You wouldn't happen to know about a mare that sent a letter to me, would you?
Erica: I sent you that letter.
Gordon: Oh, you did. Well I'm glad I received it.
Erica: Why don't we go somewhere more private?
Gordon: Good idea.

They went into Erica's apartment. Everything seemed quiet at first. The street lights were getting brighter as the sky got darker, and cars were just sitting still like statues. Then, Erica's voice could be heard from outside her apartment.

Erica: Oh, yes! Yes! *Pants*
Ponies: *Waking up* What the hell is happening?
Gordon: We're having sex! Fuck off!!!

2 B Continued