My Lady Arwen: Asfaloth is fine, I have been finding grass and hay for her to eat, as well as carrots, cabbages and tomatoes. I also ran out of water so I got her to down a few shots of vodka to quench her thirst. All is well, though, she’s a beautiful steed. If she isn’t a she, and instead a ‘he’, I am terribly sorry, but there are no nutsacks on this horse. Maybe I drunkenly sliced them off – look, castration! Thought you’d never live through this?
WHAT THE HELL YOU CASTRATED MY HORSE