[Jaded]

I doubt that you miss verra much Robt. You ah a sharp tack! Or, shap as a tack. Tha's what I ment t'say. Shap as a tack.

[Robert A Cook PE]

I doubt that you miss verra much Robt. You ah a sharp tack! Or, shap as a tack. Tha's what I ment t'say. Shap as a tack.

(Robt looks down, checks the shap of his tack....
murmuring quietly)

She'll wonder where the sass'es went,
when she brushed his tack with pepsodent.

(Sionnsar wonders why the horse is wearing Czech, when plaids are so much more comfortable under a kilt.)

(T5 offers the horse a beer. Horse accepts.)