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[A. Anyone on Stone Street at any point today will hear a loud hammering sound echoing across the entire street. Investigating where this sound is coming from will lead them to the backyard of 456 Stone, where a very shirtless Prussia is hard at work, building what seems to be some sort of shed. Nearby, a pair of horses - a white Trakehner mare and a chestnut Hungarian Warmblood stallion, for those with an eye for horses - watch him idly, occasionally nibbling at the grass. They're both well-trained, but still nervous enough from their sudden arrival in Mayfield to lash out against any strangers who suddenly approach them, so Prussia will be stopping anyone before they can get too close.]
[B. Hello, ladies nearby the entrance to the highway. Look at your man. Now back to Prussia. Now back at your man. Now back to Prussia. Sadly, he isn't Prussia...okay, we're just going to skip to the end of this joke. Prussia's on a horse. And looking rather impatient.]
Come on, Hungary! Geez, what's taking her so long? I wanna race already!
[B. Hello, ladies nearby the entrance to the highway. Look at your man. Now back to Prussia. Now back at your man. Now back to Prussia. Sadly, he isn't Prussia...okay, we're just going to skip to the end of this joke. Prussia's on a horse. And looking rather impatient.]
Come on, Hungary! Geez, what's taking her so long? I wanna race already!