So, uh, Baba Louie...*ahum*...I see y'discovered the skin I use fer mah character on "World of Warhorse." Now...we both know there ain't nothin' wrong with that, but...seein' as how your mah pardner an' all I...was hopin' you'd keep this quiet-like, an'...yeah, I think it's about time you got that there promotion you was a-talkin' about. I'll just go ahead an give y' the raise that goes with it til' the paperwork gits approved--whaddaya say?..."
Referencing an ancient, ancient American cartoon series: "Quickdraw McGraw:" [link]
Quickdraw was an anthropomorphic horse cast as a sheriff in the old west. His sidekick was Baba Louie, a rather demeaning Mexican-American stereotype drawn as an anthropomorphic donkey. The name "Baba Louie" was itself a shout-out to the old comedy series "I Love Lucy" and Desi Arnez's signature number as proprietor of the Tropicana club, "Babalu."
(Yeah, 60's American TV in-jokes could be just as convoluted as "Game of Thrones." A few great houses--ABC, CBS, NBC--fighting for control of the kingdom, yadda yadda...)
In this vignette I'm imagining Louie has discovered that Quickdraw is playing a female character in a "World of Warcraft"-like game, and that, anxious about what this revelation might do to his reputation (he's a 1960's TV lawman in a kids' cartoon, after all), Quickdraw is buying Baba Louie's silence with a promotion and a bonus.
Yes, I take old cartoon shows too seriously. Especially when I'm trying to make a joke about them
Never had so much blood drenched the arena. How could this be followed? The crowd cried out for more. There could be no end to the spectacle now. Then Rarity herself strode into the arena. The crowd hushed at the very sight of her beauty and elegance. Her coat bared as if to taunt the blade to draw her blood. Her mane loose as if to tempt her adversary to grip it and to strike the death blow. This was the way she liked to perform: so calm, so confident, so cold. The crowd gasped as she brandished her chosen weapons: a flashing of ice-cold silver, the kiss of death. Then the ponies were released into the ring. Not one, nor two, but ten assailants at once. Rarity danced with them, gifting each with a single choice wound. The crowded roared their approval, the entertainment would last long into the bloody evening!