Know your mare, know your mare, know your mare...

The gruff stallion in the center of the stage huffed a bit at the echo of the voices.

Stratus...

...got his scar by trying to eat a pineapple...

"Hrm..."

Stratus...

...is too cool for words...

"Hmm..."

Stratus...

...is too bulky to fly...

"Mph..."

Stratus...

...is unable to talk...

"Grf..."

And with the inability to talk and being second in command of an organized team, that is the essence of chaos...

And when you have chaos...

...Do you know what you got Stratus...?

"..."

Huh...?

You know what ya' got...?

"..."

Huh...?

"..."

Huh...!?

"..."

Huh!?

"WHAT?!" Stratus finally snapped.

...Checkmate...

"...This is stupid... I'm leaving..."

...Checkmate...

Stratus shook his head and simply exited the stage.

...Defused that one pretty easily...