In the Event of Teleporting to a New World, Please Maintain Friendship, and a Sense of Sarcasm

Parker trotted alongside the path of Ponyville's park, furious at his recent physical transformation. "Gah, I can't believe I'm a fucking pony"! He shouted to no one in particular, he was actually glad that the ponies that WERE around, were few in numbers at least and most seemed to be occupied with doing whatever it is that "gay-ass little ponies" do all day. His peace was soon interrupted when a light green pony trotted along-side him clearly happy about something. "What do you want"? Parker grunted at his new companion. The other pony simply went around in front of Parker, cutting him off. "Parker, we're ponies now, isn't this awesome beyond all reason"? Recognizing the voice, Parker adjusted his tone for his audience "Sup, faggot"? Parker refused to call Corbin by his name, at least not right now when he was standing here in front of him as a stupid horse. Parker did, however, point an accusing hoof right into Corbin's chest "You did this. I don't know how, and I don't know when, but you are going to make this shit stop as soon as fucking possible". Parker was not happy, not in the slightest bit. This was the sort of rage induced by serious personal issues, Parker was not about to make any light-hearted jokes here.

In response, Corbin spread his wings and began to flap them gracefully, taking flight and hovering off of the ground. He held his to front hooves to his heart and spoke to Parker "I swear, I had absolutely nothing to do with this". Parker was clearly not pleased with the response given and had a few words to say about these ponies if he were not appeased. "Look, shit-for-brains, I am a pony now. I do not want to be a pony. I do not like ponies. Now fix this before I FUCKING TURN GAY"! This, Corbin noted, attracted a lot of unwanted attention, and it had to stop. Calming down Parker didn't seem to be the greatest idea, but a non-violent solution would probably look better in the eyes of any Equestrian citizens.

"Look, Parker, you need to calm down, we can fix this but..." Parker re-exploded (Or exploded twice, if you will) "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TELL ME TO CALM DOWN?! THAT"S THE WORST THING YOU COULD SAY TO SOMEONE WHO'S FREAKING OUT"!

"Fine, shut up, then"!

"YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU ACTUALLY..."

Here, Corbin thought quickly, OBVIOUSLY the approach he was taking currently wasn't working, so there was only one option. Secure with the knowledge that his friend was as weak as a bendy-straw, Corbin struck him in the back of his bald head, knocking him out instantly.

The ponies that had gathered around the spectacle now had mouths agape, and were still trying to process what, exactly, just unfolded before their very eyes. Corbin, luckily, worked quickly with a cover-up and put on a big, cheesy smile. "Heheh. Umm, bad mushrooms".