After work, Bob went home. He invited Jerry over for dinner, and to watch sports.
Bob: *Enters apartment room* Emily, I'm home.
Emily: Hi dear. How was your day?
Bob: Oh, it was good. I met a stallion that just moved here from Chicagoat.
Emily: Oh wow. That's cool. What's his name, and what does he do for a living?
Bob: He's a dentist named Jerry. Anyway, I hope you don't mind, but I invited him over to have dinner with us.
Emily: Oh boy.
Bob: What's the matter?
Emily: Do you remember when Howard showed up last time we didn't have any food for him?
Bob: I could care less about Howard's anger issues.
Emily: But he's your friend.
Bob: I know, I know. But he gets angry too much.
Emily: Then talk to him.
Bob: I will.
The doorbell rang.
Bob: After I get the door. *Goes to door, and opens it* Ah, Jerry. Good to see you again.
Jerry: Likewise Bob. *Looks around apartment room* This is a nice place you got.
Bob: Thanks. We got all these decorations here when we moved in.
Jerry: So, what do we have for dinner?
Emily: Tonight, I made some meatloaf, with a side of asparagus, and apple sauce.
Jerry: Sounds good. *Looks at TV* This is HD, right?
Bob: That's right. Turn it on if you'd like.
Jerry: *Turns on TV* Okay, now where's the sports channel?
Bob: 30.
Jerry: *Goes to channel 30* Ah good. We got the Giants playing against the Houston Astros.
Bob: What inning?
Jerry: The bottom of the 5th.
Bob: Who's winning?
Jerry: The Giants, and the score is 7 to 4.
Bob: Good, I do not like the Astros.
Emily: Dinner is ready.
Bob: Let's get our dinner. *Goes to dinner table*
Jerry: *Follows*
Bob: *Grabs dinner, then goes to couch, and sits down*
Jerry: *Does the same thing at Bob*
Emily: Whatever happened to quality time with having dinner together?
Bob: Sorry Emily, another time.
Emily: *Sighs*
23 minutes later, the game was on the top of the 7th. The Astros were tied with the Giants at 8.
Bob: How, and why are the Astros close to beating the Giants?
Jerry: Who knows? Most likely it's steroids.
Bob: That explains everything. Now if they were acting normal, and not taking steroids, then they'd still be playing this game properly, and losing to the Giants.
Astros Pony 3: *Pitching ball*
Giants Pony 6: *Hits ball, and runs to first base*
Announcer: This ball is going way back to center field. I don't know if anypony can catch this.
Astros Pony 8: *Fails to catch ball*
Announcer: And the Astros did not catch the ball, and the Giants have their runner going from first to second. He would go to third, but the pitcher just got the ball, and the Giants would get an out if they tried to get to third.
Bob: That's what I'm talking about.
Jerry: You got that right.
Emily: Bob, when will this be over?
Bob: Soon honey, I promise.
50 minutes later, the game was at the 9th inning. The Giants were back in the lead 10 to 9.
Emily: Bob, you said this game would end soon.
Bob: Yes I did.
Emily: And that was 50 minutes ago.
Bob: Alright, I'm sorry. Why don't you watch the game with us?
Emily: Fine. *Sits down with Bob, and Jerry*
Howard: *Knocking on door* Hello? Can I come in?
Bob: Sure Howard!
Howard: *Enters apartment room* Hi everypony. I see you're watching TV, so I'll just make myself dinner.
Bob: You do that Howard.
Emily: Wait Howard, I already made dinner, and there's leftovers.
Howard: Oh. Well thank you Emily, that was kind of you. *Trips, falls on table, and makes food land on ground*
Emily: So much for the leftovers.
Bob: Why don't we go out for dinner tomorrow?
2 B contniued
Bob: *Enters apartment room* Emily, I'm home.
Emily: Hi dear. How was your day?
Bob: Oh, it was good. I met a stallion that just moved here from Chicagoat.
Emily: Oh wow. That's cool. What's his name, and what does he do for a living?
Bob: He's a dentist named Jerry. Anyway, I hope you don't mind, but I invited him over to have dinner with us.
Emily: Oh boy.
Bob: What's the matter?
Emily: Do you remember when Howard showed up last time we didn't have any food for him?
Bob: I could care less about Howard's anger issues.
Emily: But he's your friend.
Bob: I know, I know. But he gets angry too much.
Emily: Then talk to him.
Bob: I will.
The doorbell rang.
Bob: After I get the door. *Goes to door, and opens it* Ah, Jerry. Good to see you again.
Jerry: Likewise Bob. *Looks around apartment room* This is a nice place you got.
Bob: Thanks. We got all these decorations here when we moved in.
Jerry: So, what do we have for dinner?
Emily: Tonight, I made some meatloaf, with a side of asparagus, and apple sauce.
Jerry: Sounds good. *Looks at TV* This is HD, right?
Bob: That's right. Turn it on if you'd like.
Jerry: *Turns on TV* Okay, now where's the sports channel?
Bob: 30.
Jerry: *Goes to channel 30* Ah good. We got the Giants playing against the Houston Astros.
Bob: What inning?
Jerry: The bottom of the 5th.
Bob: Who's winning?
Jerry: The Giants, and the score is 7 to 4.
Bob: Good, I do not like the Astros.
Emily: Dinner is ready.
Bob: Let's get our dinner. *Goes to dinner table*
Jerry: *Follows*
Bob: *Grabs dinner, then goes to couch, and sits down*
Jerry: *Does the same thing at Bob*
Emily: Whatever happened to quality time with having dinner together?
Bob: Sorry Emily, another time.
Emily: *Sighs*
23 minutes later, the game was on the top of the 7th. The Astros were tied with the Giants at 8.
Bob: How, and why are the Astros close to beating the Giants?
Jerry: Who knows? Most likely it's steroids.
Bob: That explains everything. Now if they were acting normal, and not taking steroids, then they'd still be playing this game properly, and losing to the Giants.
Astros Pony 3: *Pitching ball*
Giants Pony 6: *Hits ball, and runs to first base*
Announcer: This ball is going way back to center field. I don't know if anypony can catch this.
Astros Pony 8: *Fails to catch ball*
Announcer: And the Astros did not catch the ball, and the Giants have their runner going from first to second. He would go to third, but the pitcher just got the ball, and the Giants would get an out if they tried to get to third.
Bob: That's what I'm talking about.
Jerry: You got that right.
Emily: Bob, when will this be over?
Bob: Soon honey, I promise.
50 minutes later, the game was at the 9th inning. The Giants were back in the lead 10 to 9.
Emily: Bob, you said this game would end soon.
Bob: Yes I did.
Emily: And that was 50 minutes ago.
Bob: Alright, I'm sorry. Why don't you watch the game with us?
Emily: Fine. *Sits down with Bob, and Jerry*
Howard: *Knocking on door* Hello? Can I come in?
Bob: Sure Howard!
Howard: *Enters apartment room* Hi everypony. I see you're watching TV, so I'll just make myself dinner.
Bob: You do that Howard.
Emily: Wait Howard, I already made dinner, and there's leftovers.
Howard: Oh. Well thank you Emily, that was kind of you. *Trips, falls on table, and makes food land on ground*
Emily: So much for the leftovers.
Bob: Why don't we go out for dinner tomorrow?
2 B contniued