[Maybe it's HORSE. Because that's what he hears coming through the woods suddenly, clop clop clopping away.
No, it's not though, it's worse than the horse smell. And getting stronger.
And the white steed breaks out from the trees, the rider an older gentleman wearing full shiny plate armor that looks battle-worn. He circles around Spike, pulling on the horse's reigns.]
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No, it's not though, it's worse than the horse smell. And getting stronger.
And the white steed breaks out from the trees, the rider an older gentleman wearing full shiny plate armor that looks battle-worn. He circles around Spike, pulling on the horse's reigns.]
Whoa, Daisy.