>>32907959>A business executive walks into the intentionally sparse studio waiting room>The less there is to break in here, the better>There's a blonde and gray pegasus waiting for him>He's heard a lot about this little mare, but actually meeting her?>It's hard to imagine how such a small, walleyed mare could rack up such large insurance claims without even a whiff of fraud
"Ms. Hooves?">"That's me! Hi, mister!"
"Hi. I'm Anon from ACME Insurance. We've been reviewing your latest claim and uhhh... the incident report is really something. How'd you manage to get the clothes iron wrapped around the ceiling fan?">The mare's eyes cross in thought>"I know how it got up there, but you've got me beat about how it got stuck."
"Getting down to business, we're going to process your claim. We also have a job offer for you.">"You do?"
"Yes. Think of it as a customer loyalty reward. Also we need to recoup our losses. The higher-ups think you'd be perfect for a TV ad campaign. Are you interested?">Derpy practically leaps off the couch>"You really think I could be a TV star? Sign me up!"
"You're definitely something else! Here. Read this script and come through the door when you've got it memorized and signed the attached forms.">With that, Anon steps back into the offices>Several minutes later, Derpy Hooves walks in after him>She's flipping back and forth between a few pages of the script>One of them seems partially dissolved in glowing green goop>It's probably best not to ask
"Any questions?">"Yeah. I'm only seeing dialogue in this script. Isn't there supposed to be directions or something?"
"We thought it would be best to let you improvise. Follow me. The set is just down the hall.">The pair take a stroll through fluorescent-lit corridors to a door with an unlit "Recording in progress" light above it>Anon holds the door open for the little gray mare as she takes in the scene before her>The set designers have built a decent portion of a suburban home