He let out a grumble mumble. "'less it's for sex, gimmie five more."

Wait, no, that wasn't a voice he knew. Maybe he should check that out. And why does his head feel wet? "Mm?" He squinted his eyes up at a pretty girl. Man, this place sure seems to have an abundance of them. The only girls he knew back in the Gulch were Tex (who may or may not count) and...Grif's sister.

Before he could come up with some truly horrendous line about maybe he was being woken up for sex, he tilted his head back, only to come face to actual face with a horse who had taken a liking to his hair. Which is certainly not hay. "Whoa!" He pulled himself down and away, sprawled further into the hay but away from the chewing mouth. "I spent a good, uh, couple days growing this hair out, dude, don't fuck it up already! People are not food!"