Thoroughbred: Who ME?? Do WHAT? I'm scared of light bulbs! I'm outta here!
Arabian: Someone else do it. It might get my silky mane dirty and besides, who's gonna read me the instructions?
Quarter Horse: Put all the bulbs in a pen and tell me which one you want
Standardbred: Oh for Christ Sakes, give me the damn bulb and let's be done with it.
Shetland: Give it to me. I'll kill it and we won't have to worry about it anymore.
Friesian: I would, but I can't see where I'm going from behind all this mane.
Belgian: Put the Shetland on my back, maybe he can reach it then.
Warmblood: Is the 2nd Level Instruction Packet in English? Doesn't anyone realize that I was sold for $75K as a yearling, but only because my hocks are bad, otherwise I would be worth $100K? I am NOT changing lightbulbs.
Make the TB get back here and do it.
Morgan: Me! Me! Me! Pleeease let me! I wanna do it! I'm gonna do it! I know how, really I do! Just watch! My parole officer said it's okay, really! And when we're done we can go over to the neighbors and chase their cats!
Appaloosa: Ya'll are a bunch of losers. We don't need to change the lightbulb, I ain't scared of the dark. And someone make that dang Morgan stop jumping up and down before I double barrel him.
Haflinger: That thing I ate was a lightbulb?
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