“It’s always build, build, build with you people,” he muttered, jamming a soft pretzel almost completely into his mouth. His blue fur was stained with patches of cheese sauce—the aliens liked human food even more than its pony equivalent, so much so that some of the soldiers were starting to gain weight. Gruber hadn’t been that healthy to begin with—now he practically waddled. “You need to learn to take the load off sometimes! Honestly… even my brother knows when to relax and let the royalties flow in. Like the investment for your hard work.”