Lack of Communication 1

>A thunderous crash wakes you from your slumber.
>/After three years, a visitor!/
>You stand to greet them.
"After three long years, a vist-"
>"Shut yer trap, beast."
"Oh. You're just here to kill me..."
>You sigh and unsheathe your sword.
"I wanted a conversation, but nooo."
>You walk up the the "brave warrior", an orange pony with an apple cutie mark, and decapitate her.
>You toss her head into the corner and sit back down to await your next visitor.
>The thought of moving the corpse out of the new main door way crosses your mind, but you dismiss it.