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- Well, son, are you ready to open your present?
- Whoa.
- It's your very own pony.
- Dad, you idiot, I wanted an X-Bocks.
- Not so fast, son.
This isn't just a pony.
For within this pony is the antidote.
An antidote, you ask?
Why, the antidote for the poison that was in your birthday cake!
[ making thunder sounds ]
Oh, yes, that's right, son.
You ate a poison.
Now you get to choose either to kill the pony
to retrieve the antidote, or spare the pony
and let yourself die.
The clock is ticking, birthday boy.
[ sinister laughter ] [ clock ticking ]
Come on, pony.
[ scream ]
[ sobbing ]
Happy birthday, son.
[ music ]
[ laughter ]
Well, it would seem that the lesson was more valuable
than the present.
Hey, boy?
[ music ]