“Sorry, ma’am, Miss Fluttershy won’t be pet-sittin’ today,” the lead garbageman said with a polite smile. “She’s refinancing her mortgage with my associates and she’s gonna be tied up all weekend.”
“MMMMMMHHHHHHH!!!!! MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” A sound of porcelain shattering emerged from the back room, following by a series of low thuds. Rhythmic, wet pounding seemed to follow, interspersed by low moans.
“We’re pretty rough negotiators.“