Arpeggio dismissively waved a hoof. "We've gone over this already, Blackie... I'm willing to give him one chance. One. I do not trust him one bit. Who can say that even with his marefriend, he won't be pulling the same manure he'd done in high school?"
He sighed, stretching out a bit more in his beanbag chair, almost completely unaware of the dilemmas the other colts were experiencing. 'Honestly, how many times do we have to go over this?'