“-there stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, where lived a captain boot named Shiney B Goode,” Shane half sang as he swayed on the back of the stallion, presumably changing the words to include him. “Who never ever learned to screw or fight so well but somehow got a hot wife, at least from what I can tell…” he reached out and poked Cadance in the side. The alicorn giggled shying out of the human’s reach. “Go! Go! Go, Shiney go!”