Well, it's like this, you see. One of those Cling-thingummy beazels started screaming at me, and when a filly is interested and thinks that you are too, you can't hurt her feelings by stating otherwise, even if she does have peculiar bumps on her forehead. Just as I was trying to think of some way to convince her that I am not the one for her, a mighty fist smote down upon the table. As it turns out, the Cling-filly is already engaged and her fiance had no interest in my explanations. And so I ran, and thus you see me here before you.