Forced by the landlady he rents a house from to 'get a REAL JOB, or GET OUT,' the once proud Super-Duper Party Pony Cheese Sandwich, now faced with mounting debts and a drying-up party career with only dwindling income to show for it, is forced to re-examine his life, his dreams, his goals, and worst of all----face the reality of becoming a normal 9-to-5 workhorse, like 'everypony else.' Party's over, Cheese. Welcome to.... what, exactly?

This story has been written out of sheer terror and desperation, as a coping tool for making a tough life-changing choice for me: continue my career as a community health care circuit entertainer (a life of pure happiness but not much money) or take an overnight industrial assembly job (a life of pure drudgery and plenty of money for bills, but not much happiness.) If your arm (or hoof) has ever been twisted like this, you already know how painful and confusing this tale is going to be, before ever reading it. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK...