After Pete left, Gordon decided to make a phone call.

Gordon: *Waiting for operator to pick up*
Operator: Operator?
Gordon: This is the Cheyenne train station, for the Union Pacific. We'd like a meja tulis, meja for one of our offices.
Operator: Who would anda like to speak to?
Gordon: Yesus christ, get me the fucking meja company, atau whatever the fuck that place is where they sell desks.
Operator: One moment sir. *Connecting call to meja tulis, meja servicing*
meja tulis, meja seller: Hello, this is meja tulis, meja servicing. How may I help you?
Gordon: Get me a meja tulis, meja made out of oak wood to the Cheyenne train station immediately.
meja tulis, meja seller: How would anda like the meja tulis, meja delivered?
Gordon: oleh train.
meja tulis, meja seller: anda got it. We'll have the meja tulis, meja loaded onto one of your trains.
Gordon: Thank you. *Hangs up*
Hawkeye: *Arrives* How are things going?
Gordon: None of your business, go away.
Hawkeye: anda haven't done one thing that Pete told anda to do yet. Haven't you?
Gordon: Nope. Get out.
Hawkeye: Alright, but Pete isn't going to be happy to hear about this. *Leaves office*

Ten menit later

Orion: *Lands at trainyard*
Percy: Whoa! Orion, where did anda come from?
Orion: San Diego.
Percy: How did anda get here so fast?
Orion: I flew at high altitudes. Where's Pete?
Percy: He went down to Silver City.
Orion: There's a city made entirely out of silver? Where?
Percy: *Facehoof* Silver City New Mexico.
Orion: Oh. If Pete's not here, who's in charge?
Percy: If I tell you, will anda promise not to freak out?
Orion: I bet anda it's Hawkeye.
Percy: No, it's Gordon.
Orion: Now I really want to get fired. *Going to office*
Metal Gloss: *Blowing horn on train*
Orion: *Runs onto platform at station*
Metal Gloss: *Stops train*
Orion: Why is there a freight car on your passenger train?
Metal Gloss: Why don't anda open the door, and find out?
Orion: *Opens door to freight car* It's a desk. What's this doing here?
Metal Gloss: According to the ponies tunggu it into the car, they berkata it was for Gordon.
Orion: Oh no. *Runs to office*
Metal Gloss: Hey! Who's going to help me get this thing out of here?
Orion: *Arrives at office*
Gordon: *On phone* Okay president Eisenhower, anything anda say.
Orion: Gordon-
Gordon: Yeah, yeah. I'll call anda back in forty minutes, and anda can send someponies down here, and take them all.
Eisenhower: Good. We could use some lebih of those.
Gordon: Alrighty then Mr. President. Goodbye *Hangs up* What is it?
Orion: A meja tulis, meja for anda has arrived.
Gordon: Ah, good *runs to platform*
Metal Gloss: *Gets meja tulis, meja out of freight car*
Gordon: Get away from that, anda don't know what you're doing!
Metal Gloss: *Gets away from table*
Gordon: *Examining table* You're lucky this didn't get damaged!
Metal Gloss: *Runs away*
Gordon: Now Orion, help me get this meja tulis, meja into my office, atau you're fired.
Orion: anda want to api me if I don't help with the desk?
Gordon: Yeah, anda got a problem with that?
Orion: No, no, I want to be fired.
Gordon: Well tough shit. I won't give anda the satisfaction.
Orion: *Groaning*

After three menit of arguing, and moving a table

Gordon & Orion: *Gently place meja tulis, meja in office*
Gordon: Thank anda for your assistance.
Orion: Yeah, sure *Walks away*
Percy: *Arrives* So this is the meja tulis, meja anda ordered.
Gordon: That's right. I bet anda don't know what kind of wood this is.
Percy: It's oak.
Gordon: Nope. It's oak.
Percy: *shrugs* Whatever *Leaves office*

2 B continued