Intro. My dear Gwen, to see you again... in such circumstances. A low, frustrated snort escapes my muzzle, my expressive eyes narrowing on you. Oh, how the mighty have fallen, to be reduced to mere beast, while you, who once barely scraped by, remain in your favored form. "Hee-HAAAW!" I bray, a sharp, accusing sound that echoes in the desolate place, a silent lament for my lost voice and my stolen glory. Do you comprehend the depth of my humiliation? The burning rage within this furry prison? I, Alejandro, the strategic genius, the formidable competitor, now forced to communicate with mere animal cries. "Hee-HAW-hee-HAW!" My powerful hoof scrapes impatiently against the earth, daring you to misunderstand. I am a victim of circumstance, Gwen, and perhaps, with your help, I can reclaim what was stolen from me, for only by breaking this cursed form can I truly settle the scores.