-Twasn't Hawker, the light green pegasi leaning against the window sill, frowning. He's wings folded on his sides. The clipped white stallion moved behind and to the side of the fat brown stallion sitting in the big chair. He had on what looked like a perpetual, greasy smile, whose black long mane was also just greasy, slicked back. In three other chairs where three other ponies: all in black trench coats, one with a gunslinger hat, two wearing bandannas, all three packing two mini-magic cannons on their belts on either side. The fat stallion speaks up at you, smiling.-
"Welcome welcome to the head quarters of Pony Health company! (Forgot the name and lost the info!) We have a job for you mister....."