"This is no cheap bargain! If you want to accelerate, we need horses!" Tom said, scratching his head while eyeing at the cursed edifice. Discovering his weakness so soon made him grumpy. The few throw up sessions he had with Laurel and Oswald were tolls as well. He hadn't the chance to feel the hunger devouring him from the inside, he wasn't afraid of it at all.
"I don't like horses, and so will you as soon as you lean your ass against the saddle!" Oswald replied, shaking his head. "Plus, those are frail, looks like they haven't eaten in a month, and you want us to crush their back? This is never going to work. We'll have a snack, that's all you're going to buy with your money!"
