Not much more happens during the rest of the week. Eventually Lyra (who, according to Bon-Bon, can easily be woken up just by simply dumping water on her face) started to bring newspapers in for me to read. After a bit of work, they got shutters and curtains installed onto all windows, allowing me a bit more freedom to move around.

While I still can't go outside, it never really bothered me much. After all, I wasn't really doing much back on Earth... just simple, boring inside jobs, and other stuff. After a while, I started to realize that there's more things to this world than meets the eye.

After a while, I've finally gotten the hang of understanding most of what they say... however, they bought me a small chalkboard that I can use to help communicate, due to my accent still being unbearable to them.

... And no, it does not offend me that they'd rather hear chalk scraping on a chalkboard than me speaking... okay, when I put it like that... maybe a little... but hey, I don't really have much to say on the matter... no pun intended.

Anyways, moving on to the news!

I check the paper for the day... turns out there's griffins in this world as well! However, it seems they have a bit of an attitude problem, if this article has anything to say about it.

Apparently, her name was... Gilda... and she was a friend of... Rainbow... Dash?

I raise a confused eyebrow at the strange name. "Huh... Lyra's one thing, but who the hell names their kid Rainbow Dash?!"

With a shrug, I decide to go through more articles...

...

Huh. Looks like there's a Magic Show coming up in a few days... neat!

I decide to browse through the articles a bit more, before coming up with an amazing conclusion...

"Holy shit, am I bored..." I say in English. I hum, before rubbing my chin in thought.

Come to think of it... whenever Bon-Bon curses, some sort of squeaking noise covers her word... I wonder if the same can be said for me? Guess it's time to test that theory...

I clear my throat, and begin the first test.

"Fk." I say in Equish.

I blink, surprised to hear the strange squeak up close. Somehow, I find the sound to be very, very... adorable!

So adorable, in fact, that I look down at my lips, and repeat myself.

"Fk!" I say a little louder.

I grin widely, which somehow makes the squeak return. "Nice!" I say in English, before puffing my chest, sitting up, and taking another deep breath, ready to test just how far this Censorship Magic can go... and I have just the quote to use!

As Bonnie and I return to the front entrance, after another day of shopping at the market, I turn my gaze towards my friend, and smile widely.

"I'm telling you, Bonnie! It's a great idea!" I say.

She rolls her eyes, and groans. "And I'm telling you it's a dumb idea, Lyra! There's no way we can make some sort of potion to turn him into a Minotaur! Besides, if we did give him one, what makes you think he'd be willing to drink it?!"

I hum, before shrugging. "Eh, good point. But then we could just make him a costume!"

As I open the door, she sighs. "Again, Lyra, that wouldn't work! He doesn't even sound like a Minotaur! Why, he's barely grasping Equish as it is!"

"FKING ST, FK ME IN THE FKING ASS... FK YOU, YOU FKING STUPID CK-SKING, MONKEY CT-LICKING FKER! ST! FK THAT!"

Bonnie and I just stare slack-jawed at the Human, whose back is still turned to face us. From the corner of my eye, however, I see Carrot Top staring our way with the same slack-jawed expression, while holding her filly's ears shut and shaking her head in disbelief.

I smile sheepishly at her before Bonnie and I quickly rush inside and close the door. The Human looks our way, and stares blankly at us, while we continue staring at him in shock.

Then he smiles sheepishly at us and waves a hand. "... Sorry?"

While Bonnie is unable to say anything, I lean up to her and whisper, "Well, he certainly curses like a Minotaur... kinda like somepony else in here..."

She looks towards me and gives me another one of those "Creepy Smiles".

"Lyra, if you're trying to pin the blame of his choices of words, I'm gonna slug you in the snout!"

Gulp!

"N-no! Not at all! I'm just... gonna go somewhere that's absolutely not anywhere near you for a minute..."

She tilts her head, keeping the smile present. "Smartest idea you've had today! And you can even put the groceries up, while I talk to the Human about his choice of words!"

I roll my eyes and begin to trot towards the Kitchen, floating the plastic bags out of her saddlebag. "Alright, but go easy on 'em! Don't forget, we haven't gone over the Implications of Censorship Magic with him, yet!"

She rolls her eyes back, dropping the smile. "Exactly! What do you think I'm gonna do?!"

Gee, Idunno... beat him to a pulp, perhaps?!

I open my mouth to respond, but she beats me to it.

"And if you say 'Beat him to a pulp', then you're wrong!"

I sigh in relief at that.

"Besides, I told you I'll buck you in the flank for every Curse Word he says, didn't I?"

I nod my head and smile. "Yes, you..." then I open my eyes as the realization dawns upon me. "... did..."

She smiles once again and waves at me, before turning back around. She then trots inside the living room, calling in a sing-song voice, "~I'll be back for you later, Lyra!~"

...

"Oh, fk me... that's, like, twelve curse words I counted, though!" I say aloud.

Then it's twelve bucks to the flank you get in return! You DID agree to teach him our language, didn't you?! her voice echoes in my head.

W-well, yeah, but THIS ONE WASN'T EVEN MY FAULT, THOUGH! my own voice retorts.

Lyra, Lyra... you've tried telling me that over twelve thousand, eight hundred, and ninety-seven times... has that ever worked?! her voice asks. I can even visualize her giving me that same scary smile!

I... n-no... it hasn't...

Right... so buck up, buckaroo, cuz I'm about to BUCK YOU!

OH, FK ME!

I then picture her wearing some sort of tight-leather saddle, while holding a whip. She grins mischievously at me, before whispering in my imaginary ear, "Heh... that can come after..."

... Wait, why did I think that?!

When I see the two of them enter the Kitchen, I start to look around the Living Room for something entertaining to read. So far, though, the only things I can find are: A Coffee-Stained Coffee Table, a Couch, a Loveseat, a Fireplace, a couple End Tables that match the Coffee Table (minus the stains), an empty bookshelf, and a small chest.

I raise a curious at the chest, but decide against checking its contents. Perhaps they keep something personal inside it?

Finally, I hear hooves coming in, and I turn to find Bon-Bon looking over her shoulder. "~I'll be back for you later, Lyra!~" she says playfully, before turning to face me. Her face then scrunches into a pretty cute, yet obviously threatening, scowl.

"Okay, look. We need to talk about you using that kind of language."

I nod my head before showing her the message I've already written for the occasion.

"<Sorry I used that nasty language. I was testing which ones from my world are good, and which ones are bad, so that I don't accidentally say the wrong thing.>"

She blinks owlishly at the note, before her scowl quickly turns into a somewhat embarrassed grin. "Oh... well, uh... so you already know what makes them good and bad?" she asks.

I nod my head and give her a thumbs-up.

"Huh... well, then! That was... very straight-forward, and a whole lot more easier than I thought it would be." She scratches a leg and looks to the ground, at a loss for words.

"So... no bad words, right?" she asks.

Pretty sure I'm picking up a case of Hypocrisy here, but... eh, screw it.

I nod my head again, before gently pounding my chest in an old-fashioned salute.

She buys it, at least. With a relieved sigh, she giggles. "Great! Glad we got that straightened out!"

With another moment of awkward silence, she clears her throat, and mumbles, "This... is kinda strange. Normally I have to go very in-depth and detailed when dealing with Lyra... and yet, you just barely know our language, and you can pick up the pieces a lot faster than her..."

My stomach starts to growl, causing her to look up. "Oh! Uh... would you like me to cook something for us to eat? I'm thinking Macaroni and Cheese this time!"

I nod my head. "<Yes.>" I sign to her with a Word Card.

Honestly, I didn't even think Mac 'n Cheese would be on the table! For the past three weeks, it was either Oatmeal or Oat Bars... so honestly, I'm looking forward to this!

And with that, she gives me a friendly salute and turns around. She starts to head back into the Kitchen, but pauses and looks over her shoulder towards me.

"By the way, you're an Omnivore, right?" she asks.

I eye her curiously, before nodding my head. Yes... wait, this isn't gonna be some awkward moment where she freaks out, and thinks I eat Ponies, is it?

Thankfully, my thoughts are quickly diminished.

"Good. Guess Lyra had that part right! Well, we've got Tofu in the fridge. I'll make you some imitation steak tomorrow, so you can get a bit more Proteins in your diet." she explains.

I smile once more and bow my head appreciatively. "T̵h̴̡a̸̶n̛k̡s͟͟!̴͢" I tell her in Equish.

She giggles and shakes her head. "You're... gonna have to work on that... but you're welcome, nonetheless!"

And with that, she heads into the Kitchen, while I return to the Newspaper.

...

Hmm... Word-Search? Perhaps I can test my Equish with these things! Grabbing a nearby pencil, I begin searching for the words listed in the menu...

... Quesa... Quesadilluh... Quessannia... Quesadilla? What is this, the Pony-Equivalent of a Taco Store's Advertisement?

...

Shit, this is gonna be more difficult than I thought...

Author's Notes:

If you didn't catch his reference, then here it is:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nHa-9jGi8k