"Oh, Rarity. Thank you so much for helping me out with Scrappy. I knew you'd be able to clean him, out of everypony else in Ponyville."
"Fluttershy, darling, I'm honored you'd come to me for assistance. Now what seems to be the problem?"
Fluttershy and Rarity were having an intense conversation, which Scrappy chose to ignore. They didn't really say any words he'd need in his databanks, so he decided to investigate the strange white-furred creature he had seen prowling Rarity's boutique. Scrappy had found he had a love for animals. And he had the intense desire to befriend the white one.
"Well... um... you see... one of my animals... I mean, I don't blame them, they really had to go... kind of went... y'know... on Scrappy's leg..."
"Oh dear! Scrappy, darling, in that case you better get off the Canterlotian rug."
Hearing his name, the Automaton teetered over to the mares and stopped, patiently awaiting any orders he may have missed. Rarity bent low and sniffed at his leg. She retched.
"Yes, yes. He does seem to need a washing. Fluttershy, darling, go into my closet there and grab the tub of jewelry cleaner. That should work on him. And Scrappy, darling, make yourself comfortable here on the floor." She tapped a hoof against the linoleum, well away from her precious rugs. Scrappy creaked over as he followed his orders.
When Fluttershy came back, she carried a sealed white bucket.
"Now Scrappy, darling, stand still while I clean your hoof."
Rarity popped open the container and levitated a brush over to it, where she dipped it into the strange-smelling liquid. She proceeded to wipe away at Scrappy's rusted leg. Scrappy could feel a tingling sensation as the cleaner wore away the scent of urine. The cleaner was so powerful that it removed the rust itself, leaving his leg now looking brand-new and positively gleaming. Sniffing in approval, Rarity went ahead and scrubbed at Scrappy's entire body, exposing the gleaming bronze and iron that lay underneath. Rarity and Fluttershy marvelled at his beautiful exterior. From the intricate designs etched across his body to the jutting pieces of interlocking armor, he truly was a masterpiece.
"Why Scrappy, darling, you're just absolutely fabulous! Like a walking accessory! Or an accessory that can wear clothes! Do Automatons wear clothes? Fluttershy do think Scrappy would look good in..." Rarity was rambling. Fluttershy merely stared at the Automaton with a peculiar look on her face.
"Scrappy... you know you can move now, right? I mean, if you want to..."
"Thank-You-Master-Fluttershy. But-I-Have-No-Need-To-Move."
"For the last time, I'm not your master! Nopony's your master! You are your own pony, Scrappy. You don't have to follow anypony's orders!" The pegasus fussed at him while the unicorn praised his armor. He was not sure whether to feel shame in his behavior or feel pride in his appearance.
So instead of placing himself in a mental lock, he decided to ask Rarity a question.
"Miss-Rarity-Please-Define."
"Define what, darling?"
"Please-Define-Darling."
"Well, Scrappy, darling is... darling is... um..." The white pony flushed red and sat her haunches. She was very suddenly deep in thought.
"Darling is... well, you see... it's an expression, darling. I mean Scrappy! It's an expression that means... um..."
Scrappy stood there patiently while the unicorn began to degrade slowly into a mental breakdown.
"It's... it's..."
Scrappy turned to Fluttershy, who was gaping at her friend with worry.
"Master-Fluttershy-I-Broke-Miss-Rarity."
"Darling, darling, darling... it means..."
"Oh my..." Fluttershy groaned with exasperation as the rocking unicorn lying on the ground and the stock-still Automaton staring at her both babbled on.