In the Griffon Kingdom, Gilda was meeting other griffons in her army.

Gilda: *Walks into castle* Hello?
Tomtom: Another griffon has arrived sir.
McKing: Ah, hello madam. What can I do for you?
Gilda: I need to cadastrar-se your army in order to defeat the ponies.
McKing: Well, I don't think that's possible. You see-
Gilda: *Choking McKing* Let me join, or else.
McKing: *Coughing* Okay.
Gilda: That's mais like it.
McKing: Meet some of my trusted soldiers. Over there is Tomtom.
Tomtom: Hi!
McKing: Over here is Max.
Max: Good dia to you ma'am.
McKing: Porter.
Porter: Hello.
Gilda: Aren't you a little too fat to be in an army?
Porter: No, that's just so that it'll be difficult for any arrows to kill me. My stomach is so big, that it just reflects every Arqueiro shot towards me.
Gilda: I don't believe you.
Porter: Fine. *Stands up against wall*
Tomtom: *Gives Gilda a bow & arrow*
Porter: Now shoot my stomach.
Gilda: If you say so. *Shoots arrow*

The Arqueiro bounced right off of Porter's stomach.

Porter: Need I say more?
Gilda: No. You've convinced me.
McKing: Now if you're done shooting arrows at Porter's stomach, there are two others I want you to meet. Lucifer, who is an expert on cannons.
Lucifer: Right-o. If you need to know anything about a cannon, ask me.
Gilda: Sure.
McKing: And last, but not least is Mike.
Mike: Hey!
Gilda: Nice to meet you.
Mike: *Holding a toy tommy gun* I'm going to kill you.
McKing: Mike, how many times do I have to tell you, that thing will never work. Nopony would ever want this so called weapon.
Mike: Maybe not now, but they will within two hundred years from now.
McKing: Anything you say Mike.

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