The D1SA5T3R-ous Life of Vinyl Scratch

"Oi, be careful! If there is so much as a scratch on my stereo, there will be a lawsuit!" yelled Neon.

"Sure thing, Mr. Neon." said the moving-colt.

"Chop-chop! I don't have all day, you know!" he yelled.

"Of course, Mr. Neon." came the monotone reply.

After a few more hours of yelling, screaming, and the threat of lawsuits, his new house was filled with boxes of all shapes and sizes. After paying the colt for his services, Neon started opening the boxes full of his things. It took a while to open all of the boxes. As he finished opening them, he noticed that the sun was starting to set.

"Drat. Now I will have to wait until tomorrow to set everything up."

Sighing, he made his way to the kitchen to get something to eat. Though, there was a slight problem.

"It seems that after the hustle-and-bustle of today, I have forgotten to stock my cabinets. Looks like dried nut bars for dinner, then."

Later, upon finishing his meal, he came across another problem.

"Where will I sleep? That stupid moving-colt forgot to set up my bed. *sigh* Looks like the floor, again."

Sighing dejectedly once more, the ever-unhappy stallion drifted off into the world of dreams...