Copper nodded along, closing his eyes as he thought. So far, so not so bad. "Mister Balboa, this will take a back-scratching of monumental proportions. A new lab, assistants for Snow, our test subject coming willingly to the table, should we start signing off our firstborns and souls now, or would you prefer a leg?"
Snow shot him an anxious glance. Copper smirked in jest, but the sentiment remained; the price tag on this was not going to be cheap. And one simply didn't say 'no' to Balboa Shag.
Neither ponies were aware of Spider-Pony climbing on the ceiling down the hallway.