After Pete left, Gordon decided to make a phone call.

Gordon: *Waiting for operator to pick up*
Operator: Operator?
Gordon: This is the Cheyenne train station, for the Union Pacific. We'd like a scrivania, reception for one of our offices.
Operator: Who would te like to speak to?
Gordon: Gesù christ, get me the fucking tavolo company, o whatever the fuck that place is where they sell desks.
Operator: One moment sir. *Connecting call to scrivania, reception servicing*
scrivania, reception seller: Hello, this is scrivania, reception servicing. How may I help you?
Gordon: Get me a scrivania, reception made out of oak wood to the Cheyenne train station immediately.
scrivania, reception seller: How would te like the scrivania, reception delivered?
Gordon: da train.
scrivania, reception seller: te got it. We'll have the scrivania, reception loaded onto one of your trains.
Gordon: Thank you. *Hangs up*
Hawkeye: *Arrives* How are things going?
Gordon: None of your business, go away.
Hawkeye: te haven't done one thing that Pete told te to do yet. Haven't you?
Gordon: Nope. Get out.
Hawkeye: Alright, but Pete isn't going to be happy to hear about this. *Leaves office*

Ten minuti later

Orion: *Lands at trainyard*
Percy: Whoa! Orion, where did te come from?
Orion: San Diego.
Percy: How did te get here so fast?
Orion: I flew at high altitudes. Where's Pete?
Percy: He went down to Silver City.
Orion: There's a city made entirely out of silver? Where?
Percy: *Facehoof* Silver City New Mexico.
Orion: Oh. If Pete's not here, who's in charge?
Percy: If I tell you, will te promise not to freak out?
Orion: I bet te it's Hawkeye.
Percy: No, it's Gordon.
Orion: Now I really want to get fired. *Going to office*
Metal Gloss: *Blowing horn on train*
Orion: *Runs onto platform at station*
Metal Gloss: *Stops train*
Orion: Why is there a freight car on your passenger train?
Metal Gloss: Why don't te open the door, and find out?
Orion: *Opens door to freight car* It's a desk. What's this doing here?
Metal Gloss: According to the ponies loading it into the car, they detto it was for Gordon.
Orion: Oh no. *Runs to office*
Metal Gloss: Hey! Who's going to help me get this thing out of here?
Orion: *Arrives at office*
Gordon: *On phone* Okay president Eisenhower, anything te say.
Orion: Gordon-
Gordon: Yeah, yeah. I'll call te back in forty minutes, and te can send someponies down here, and take them all.
Eisenhower: Good. We could use some più of those.
Gordon: Alrighty then Mr. President. Goodbye *Hangs up* What is it?
Orion: A scrivania, reception for te has arrived.
Gordon: Ah, good *runs to platform*
Metal Gloss: *Gets scrivania, reception out of freight car*
Gordon: Get away from that, te don't know what you're doing!
Metal Gloss: *Gets away from table*
Gordon: *Examining table* You're lucky this didn't get damaged!
Metal Gloss: *Runs away*
Gordon: Now Orion, help me get this scrivania, reception into my office, o you're fired.
Orion: te want to fuoco me if I don't help with the desk?
Gordon: Yeah, te got a problem with that?
Orion: No, no, I want to be fired.
Gordon: Well tough shit. I won't give te the satisfaction.
Orion: *Groaning*

After three minuti of arguing, and moving a table

Gordon & Orion: *Gently place scrivania, reception in office*
Gordon: Thank te for your assistance.
Orion: Yeah, sure *Walks away*
Percy: *Arrives* So this is the scrivania, reception te ordered.
Gordon: That's right. I bet te don't know what kind of wood this is.
Percy: It's oak.
Gordon: Nope. It's oak.
Percy: *shrugs* Whatever *Leaves office*

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