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How To Confound A Centaur
Centaur: Hold it right there, you can't just ride through my fields uncontested! I'll lose my credibility if we don't battle or something.
Me: That's fair. How about we–
Centaur: And it can't be a pun battle, I heard what you did to the sphinx.
Me: Darn. Okay, what if I beat you in a horse race?
Centaur: Ha! Alright, your funeral. Where's the finish line?
Me: That tree over there. Where's your horse?
Centaur: (gestures at horsey backside) Um...?
Me: You're not a horse, this is a HORSE race. You have to race with an actual horse.
Centaur: You want me... a centaur... to RIDE a regular horse.
Me: That is, linguistically-speaking, what you agreed to.
Centaur: ...
Me: ...
Centaur: I hate you.
Me: That's fair.
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And if the answer to that is yes...is it more or less gross than if the centaur borked a human?
From the human perpective, probably the horse is a little bit less gross. From the centaur perpective, probably the human is less gross, but I’m only half centaur, so can’t speak for all of them.
The hooves must make it difficult for you to type.
Neigh, it’s the other half.