Hot Head: Yo, Prism, where you headin’ loser?
 
Prism: Loser? The Best Young Flier competition hasn’t even started yet. What’s got you so sure?
 
Hot Head: ‘Cause I win like, every year? Anyways, I’m just here to tell you no hard feelings for when I win.
 
Prism: Oh, please, spare me. sarcasm
 
Hot Head: Don’t worry, I’ll consider giving you a twenty second head start.
 
Prism: Like I need anything from you, moron.
 
Hot Head: Idiot. gets closer, standing over Prism
 
Prism: Jerk. puffs up, but not as quite as tall as Hot Head, jerking his face closer to glare at him
 
Hot Head: Puh-Leaze, can’t you do any better? Oh wait… you can’t!
 
Prism: Why I oughta–
 
Whirlwind: What’s going on you guys– Sees them looking at each other, their faces close
 
Whirlwind: Uh… am I… interrupting something?
 
Hot Head and Prism: look at each other, and realize what it looks like
 
Hot Head: NO WAY!
 
Prism: THIS ISN’T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!
 
Whirlwind: Hey, it’s cool. I mean, I’ve seen other mares and colts get together.
 
Prism: It isn’t like that! I dated you, remember?!
 
Whirlwind: Maybe I turned you away from mares? Or maybe that was Jet Stream?
 
Prism: Whu–? No! NO! I still like mares!
 
Whirlwind: Hey, there’s no problem liking both.
 
Prism: That’s not what I–
 
Whirlwind: turns to Hot Head And I thought you liked mares! What a coincidence you two ended up together.
 
Hot Head: What?! Me and HIM?
 
Whirlwind: Why not?
 
Hot Head: EW! He’s, like, a total loser.
 
Whirlwind: I don’t hear you saying no~
 
Hot Head: Wait! I mean–
 
Whirlwind: Oh, calm down, you two. Your secret is safe with me. begins flying away
 
Prism: Whirlwind! COME BACK!
 
Hot Head: IT ISN’T WHAT YOU THINK!
 
Hot Head and Prism: Begin flying after her
 
Echo: behind a tree, giggling