"Oh. Sharing genetic fluids. Nice.' Greeda say without irony.
It seemed she was incapable of giving nor recieving irony.
She drink the cofee with loud 'glog".


Proffesor's Ost (and voice?) https://youtu.be/oGs4jb1pCf8

"...and then, he arrived at the trash pile, ponies call bar. All mares wanted him. All stallions wanted to be him- this was the proffesor!"
The doors have bursted open as shiny pony entered.
He was a crystal pony. This was... crystal clear: a bit transparent, and radiated a bit. He was tall and wide shouldered stallion, his mane burning crimson, a bit wild a bit tamed. Signifanct sideburns were quite apparent. Over his left eye, which was in wine color as the right, were a strange kind of a monocole:
https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/...2227890954.png.
His coat was deep grey, and he wore green jacket, with black crystals on the chest, and his shoulders giving edges.
Right after him, followed trio of beautiful little mares, all dressed in complimenting nurse-ish attire, like a flock of angels.
One of them were a zebra. Her mane braided.
"Shiny, your cousin seems to slack on his job- we got a goat here!'

Greeda getting up, frowning. 'Is there a problem?'

The crystal pony wrenched his muzzle as if somepony farted on him, and ignored Greeda.
"...Proff... please not make the scene..' with heavy accent, pretty little white coated reindeer(?!) Pled.
"I am not. I am memerly surprised how worse and worse this city becomes.'

Greeda's nosril's widen as her eyes narrow more, and she seems prepared to ram Proff.

White unicorn with a pink curly mane and small glasses and cutie mark of scalpel saying with a soothing tone:"I am sure it's just a mere misunderstanding..."

"Hmm. Well, this goat is lucky, I know how you fillies hate violence. We are civilized after all-not bunch of barbaric goats! Hahaha!'