"Hello ponies," Gear said to the bunch talking about the train. "I couldn't help but overhear your convrsation about that wonderful piece of metallic bliss you call a train. Anypony had any thoughts about design, mechanics, train schedules, exiting and entering the train, etcetera?" A pony completely canon to this story overheard what Gear said about the train. "What did he just say?" He said to his equally canon and unimportant marefriend. "Oh, that's just Twisted Gear, honey. Don't mind him." Unluckily that mare was a b--ch, and purposely said that loud enough for the cafe group to hear it. Gear Grinder seethed under his skin from hearing his nickname, Twisted Gear.