Interview 1 can be found here.
The camera clicked and fizzled, the image was blurred and without form, then a strike came down from above and rumbled the mess of shapes to the soundtrack of grumbled expletives before the device then appropriately aligned the lens, revealing the same alabaster containment room as before.
“this is Professor Henry Gascoigne and I will be conducting interview two of five with subject S-47, otherwise known as ‘Danté’”
The sound of a pen clicked in the background of the video, followed by the scratches of ballpoint against a clipboard.
“side note: interview has been scheduled earlier than initially planned due to erratic behavior from subject”
“good morning Danté, would you like to talk about what you did last night?”
“nu!”
“why not, based upon the footage from within your crate, you made it explicitly clear that you were unhappy with being monitored”
“nu watsh smawty an dummeh Viwgiw!”
“why not, are you ashamed to be seen expressing feelings towards another, such as two nights prior?”
“nu… It am pwivot, dat aww!”
“I think we both know the fluffies do not care much for privacy. No, I’m afraid that I will not accept that lie”
“it nu am wie!”
“that in and of itself is also a lie and I quite frankly do not care for this line of discussion”
“nu Smawty pwobwem… BPPPPPPPPPPLLL”
Henry raised one of his bushy silver brows as he witnessed the orange stallion blow raspberries at him.
“you are acting out, more than usual I might add. Did the events of yesterday’s conversation rattle you?”
“nu! Nu am scawed ob dummeh owd docta munstah”
“I can assure you that there is very little you need to fear from me. This is, after all, a safe environment, so long as you behave yourself”
“weww… Smawty du wat smawy wan”
“no, you can not”
“yus smawty ca-”
“how are you with mares?”
“wat?”
“how are YOU with MARES?”
“uhh umm, smawty hab wotsa enfies”
“how very interesting, because that contradicts the information here on your paperwork… it appears that you seem to have a problem with lying, Danté”
“wat am docta tawkin bout?”
“it says here that you have never been with a mare and that you were neutered as a colt”
“dummeh doctas tayk speshew wumps way! Hayt doctas”
“yes, I suppose you would…”
“…”
“is it not interesting that your brother was not neutered however? How does that make you feel?”
“nu cawe, dummeh bwuva am tuu stoopid an dummeh tu hab gud feews”
“yet he could if he wanted to”
“…yus…”
“and yet you can not?”
“stawp, nu mowe tawkie bout dis…”
“are you jealous of your broth-”
“SHUDDUP, SHUD ENFIN MOUFIE!”
“…”
“…”
“we’ll come back to this later”
“nu wan…”
“that isn’t a choice I’m afraid, but we’ll move on for now”
“…otay…”
“let’s return to the incident. Why did you coat the camera lense with your… ‘sorry poopies’, as you called them?”
“nu wan be watshed, am… Wude…”
“that’s another lie, you don’t care about being rude or rudeness being enacted around you, as you have so expertly displayed towards myself, my assistants and even your own brother”
“…”
“why did you begin striking your brother?”
“himb am dummeh, Viwgiw deserbe sowwy hoofies!”
“what did he do to deserve it?”
“wy am docta nu angwy?”
“please answer the question, Danté”
“…”
“Danté, why did you hurt him?”
“…”
“very well, I’ll ask you another question”
“otay den…”
“why did you roll him over and observe his genitals before striking him?”
“onwy wook a widdle bit… wy cawe?”
“you stared at his genitals for thirty eight minutes… that is an obscenely long amount of time”
“…”
“is it time to begin telling the truth?”
“…”
“very well, if I cannot receive an answer then I do not feel comfortable returning you and your brother to the same crate”
The professor placed his finger on a red button just below a microphone before clearing his throat.
“miss Zimmerman? Could you please come and retrieve subject S-47 and isolate him in a crate away from S-47-B?”
“yes sir, I’ll be right down”
“well, Danté, I’m afraid you’ll be sleeping cold tonight, unless you come clean this very instan-”
“NU AM FAIW!”
“…I see…”
"WY MUMMAH NU WUV DANTEH!? AM GUD FWUFFY! DUMMEH BWUVAH GIT AWW DAH MIWKIES AN GIT KEEP SPESHEW WUMPS!
“go on”
“WHY AM DUNTEH NU BESTEST BEBBEH!? DUMMEH BWUVAH AM SENSITIBE BU MUMMAH STIWW WAN VIWGIW MOWE! NU! AM! FAIW!”
Henry watched in amazement and horror as Danté began smashing the side of his head directly into the table.
“Danté, stop that!”
“NU!”
“Danté!”
“AM”
“DANTÉ! STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!”
“FAIW!”
Henry silently counted his blessings as his assistant entered the room and immediately restrained the flailing creature.
“NU AM FAIW!”
“evidently so…”
The professor watched as the stallion was pulled away and carried off mid tantrum. He leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette.
“bloody fluffies…”
The camera clicked and the video ended.
Interview 3 can found here.
Fuck that! Dante needs a serious chill pill, and a mare with an oral fixation.)