Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Pony, cut it out."
Show Pony ignored the command and continued tugging at his glove, pulling the wristband up sharply and letting it snap back.
Slap. Slap. He lifted it away for a second and noted the bright red skin underneath with a half-hearted shrug. Slap. Slap.
"I said stop it, Show Pony," Chimp said, grabbing his wrist and
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