The Bland One burst into the wonderful and beautiful lobby of Paradise Estates, obviously excited about something. "Oh-my-gosh-you-won't-believe- what-I-just-saw-outside!" she blurted. This was as excited as anyone had ever seen The Bland One, or at least it would have been, had anyone been paying the least bit of attention to her.

No one paid the least bit of attention to her, as stated in the previous sentence, because most of them were deeply pondering Star's question about the Pacers. No one, including Star, knew who or what these mysterious 'Pacers' were. Those that weren't mulling over this thought were trying to remember what Star had said that caused everyone to be so thoughtful in the first place, as the end of Chapter 5 had taken place several hours ago, and ponies' don't often have that long of an attention span.

The Bland One decided to try again. "Oh-my-gosh-you-won't-believe-what-I- just-saw-outside!" This time, she added jumping up and down and pointing, just in case the others had missed that this was something exciting. Again, no one noticed, as they were all still deep in thought. This is something of an oddity, because usually, when someone bursts into an otherwise silent, motionless room and starts raving loudly about anything, others notice. They may not care, and it may not be anything out of the ordinary for the bursting, raving someone to burst and rave, but they notice.

The Bland One was desperate. In a last-ditch effort for the attention of the occupants of Paradise Estate's wonderful beautiful lobby, she neighed loudly. Every head turned toward her in amazement, some with fear in their eyes. All thoughts of the unknown 'Pacers' vanished in the light of this new development. Ponies did not neigh. Ponies spoke, in musical tones, Ponies sang, in even more musical tones, Ponies giggled, Ponies nickered occasionally on overwhelmingly beautiful days while otherwise occupied in the activities that brought multitudes of babies some months later, and Ponies sometimes argued, but they never, EVER neighed.

Spike, ever the innocent, spoke what everyone else was thinking, but was far too polite to say, or even think in the following specific terms. "What an ass." Fireball reached for a roll of duct tape and handed it to Spike (who promptly taped his own snout shut) without removing his eyes from The Bland One.

After several very awkward moments, Star remembered her duty to Faith, and remembered Faith's duty to Paradise Estate's guests- that they be wonderfully, beautifully pleased at all times. She stepped forward, cleared her throat, and asked, "Uh, I'm sorry, The Bland One, could you repeat what you just said? We were all deep in thought, and I don't think we heard you properly."

The Bland One, remembering her highly redundant conversation with Star earlier in Chapter 2, simply and cautiously said, "Yes."

Star waited expectantly for The Bland One to do so. The Bland One waited expectantly for Star to ask her to do so. One of Starshine's miscellaneous band members, a unicorn in pink and gold sequined splendor, stepped forward, crossed her forelegs, and tapped a hind foot in impatience. "Well?" the unicorn queried in a squeaky, high-pitched, and incredibly annoying voice that left no doubt as to why she had been chosen as a backup dancer instead of a singer.

The Bland One took a deep breath, and with absolutely no excitement, stated "Oh-my-gosh-you-won't-believe-what-I-just-saw-outside." She added in a half- hearted jump and waved a hoof toward the open doors, or perhaps the fireplace on the other side the wonderful and beautiful lobby of Paradise Estates. With her utter lack of enthusiasm, it was difficult to tell exactly where the gesture was supposed to be directed. As a result, half of the ponies flooded out the doors to gape at nothing, and the other, more easily confused half flocked to the fireplace, also to gape at nothing. Spike, who had rushed to the window, loudly mumbled something that caused the tape keeping his mouth shut to curl up at the ends and fall off- even the tape in Ponyland didn't want to be associated with something that foul.