>be that one guard
>I hate this job
>my helmet totally reeks
>my armor's way too big
>and my back's really itchy
>my boots are wet
>my gloves are all slimy
>there's cookie crumbs in my pocket
>escorting stupid whiny brats
>at least I'll get to YAY Queen Haydon again when the King's in Equestria
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