Sometime between twenty-four and forty-eight hours after sending in your application, you hear a rapid knock on your front door. Answering the door, you find a male earth pony who appears to be just past the age when one might recieve their Cutie Mark, which you notice is a twig, with three leaves and a flower bud on the end of it. His coat is a khaki color and his mane and tail are a saturated blue. His bright, wide-open eyes are grey. On his sides are a pair of saddlebags, emblazoned with I.S.B.E. Inc's logo, a red heart with the letters "ISBE" stenciled over it. The foal looks up at you expectantly before announcing, "Hiya! I'm Limbertwig and I've been assigned to be your ISBE (which he pronounces, "Isbee") Certified Personal Assistant! I'm skilled in all manner of cleaning, carpentry, and if you're looking for somepony with a high IQ (which he pronounces, "Eek"), then look no further than me!" Without missing a beat, he adds, "This is my third assignment and I'm required to inform you that the only complaint I have ever recieved is that I talk too much and that Isbee has instructed me that if somepony commands me to 'shut up' that I should do it without question! If you want me to cease talking, simply tell me to 'shut up' and I will. I'll be quieter than a mouse, in fact, if you tell me to 'shut up' and put me next to a mouse, the mouse will be louder than I because I was thusly commanded to be quieter than the aforementioned mouse. You wouldn't even know I was there, I would be so quiet that you may ask youself where I have gone, but I will be right there when you ask for me, but you might not know that I was there, because I was being so quiet!" Without bothering to take a breath, he excitedly asks, "So, when can we start? I'm ready whenever you are, because I was born ready and all I have to do is wait on you, I don't mean to be impolite but we should start soon if we want me to complete my assignment, you know what they say, 'If you have time to lean, you have time to clean,' am I right or what?"
Applebolt examines over timbertwig, she knows that it would tend to be a problem if he starts work here. "um... sorry, but you are not what i'm looking for. no offence, just something is telling me in my head saying that this is gonna be a problem in the future. you seem nice, but i would prefer somepony else. i got an idea though, i have a work buddy, currently on vacation at this time and she was looking for help also when she gets back to work. how about i write down your name and i contact the company, refer you to her for work. that sounds like a plan?"
Limbertwig glanced up at AppleBolt as she explained the situation, his face slowly turning to a frown as she continued on. When she finished, he blinked. Then he replied, in just as cheerful of a voice as he previously expressed, "Okay! That's not a problem at all. I completely understand if I'm not the one that you're looking for, you probably want somepony bigger, and stronger, and...more quiet. It's okay, I get it all the time, and I understand if some ponies don't want to tell me to 'shut up' because some ponies might find that rude." He rummages through his pack for a second, and withdrawls two small slips of paper. "Here," he says offering them up, "On this sheet, write down the kind of assistant you're looking for, if you have a particular preference. If not, we'll just use the sheet you sent in last time. And on this sheet, write the name and address of your friend so that I.S.B.E. (which he once again pronounces "Isbee") can send him or her an application to fill out. We don't do an exchange program, and since everything is random, I may or may not be chosen for that particular assignment. It's okay though because I know that I'll be sent back to somepony else in no time at all and it's been a real pleasure meeting you and after you're finished filling out those sheets you can give them to me and I'll make darn sure that they get back to I.S.B.E. ("Isbee")." He grins broadly as he taps his hoof rather quickly, waiting for you to finish writing.
After returning your updated application to Limbertwig, he places it back in his pack and immediately sprints away. ----- About a day later, a new pony can be seen approaching from the distance. This one is a stallion with a dark purple coat, teal mane and tail, and reddish eyes. On his sides, he is wearing I.S.B.E.'s standard issue satchel. You notice that his Cutie Mark is a bundle of thorns arranged in a Figure-Eight. As he comes closer, he nods a greeting. "Sup? I'm Bramble, sent by I.S.B.E. to replace Limbertwig." Almost as an afterthought, he adds, "Don't let the whole thing between you and the little guy keep you from recommending us to your friends. We're trying pretty hard to get to word out about us."
