said the horse. Svool’s smile remained fixed in place. “Excuse me?” “No. You’re going to rescue Lumar.” “What... how could you possibly know that?” “It’s a process of ‘limination, innit? Neigh.” “No it isn’t. This has NOTHING to do with you. So I’m getting off. And you’re fucking off.” Svool tried to move his legs, and realised in horror that narrow clips had ejected from the horse, wound about his ankles, and pinned them in place. Slowly, the horse’s head returned to a “normal” position, with a click-click-click-click-click. “How do you want to do it, buster?” “Wait! Let me off!” “Time for the rescue. Innit.” “Get OFF me, you fucking insane robot beast!” “Ha. Hold on! The West is about to get much Wilder! Even though we’re, y’know, technically in the south. Innit. Neigh.” With a complicated series of movements, the horse’s legs began to flap and flop all over the place, and there were clanging and clanking noises, and slowly, it managed to turn around.
