I was in the Revolutionary war with a horse. I’ll call the horse Butterscotch, So, Butterscotch and I were riding through a battlefield to a tavern. We were looking for Roman Torchwick and we found him. I was approaching him, but then my alarm went off. Everyone in the tavern looked at me, a pissed off look on their face before Roman looked me dead in the eyes. He said, “*IRL name*, it’s time to wake up.”





















