"Now you should scurry,
And give me room in a hurry," Zecora said as she stepped away from the back bench, a potion clenched between her teeth (and somehow not interfering with her words in the slightest). Despite her choice of words, the zebra was calm and collected, almost cheerful as she stepped up.
"You should not talk
Or try to walk.
Instead, I think
That you should drink.
This will sedate you
With almost no wait, too."