Toppling backwards over the armrest, Glamerspear lay down on the sofa, bringing a hoof up to her forehead. "Ugghh, you're right. Now that he's gotten a taste of what The Glam can do for him, why would he settle for anything else?" She dropped her foreleg off to the side. "... Maybe I could get him to go somewhere else to go for a 'constitutional' other than Princess Celestia's bucking rose garden? That's for pleasant tea parties or romantic evening strolls, not crazed hairless monkey galloping."