Hey ponies, Anna called out. We're going for a trail ride. As she prepared the new, sujroydly. Anna and her pals loved riding on Pony-Powl Trail. No school for a whole week, Anna shouted. We're going to have so much... Heroin! ...and said. Who are these douchebags, Acorn Winning? We're the douchebags who wrote you. Jean Bettincourt squinted into the blinding lad. Are those... That's right, said the girl leading the way. We're the mother fuckin' Pony-Powls, and we're here to fuck... ...shit... ...up. What are they doing here, Dirk muttered to himself? Okay, what the fuck went down just now? Dirk asked. I've seen some bullshit, but this is bullshit. ... ... ... Okay, what the fuck went down just now? Dirk asked. I've seen some bullshit, but this is bullshit. ... Still don't know what's happening, but now I'm even more weirded out than I was before. ... Is this another pretentious meta thing that I wouldn't understand? Dirk said. Yeah, pretty much.