“Big! Bitchin'! Bitch! Big! Bitchin'! Bitch! Big! Bitchin'! Bitch!”
When Rainbow Dash climbed the top of the metal lattice—which turned out to be the support structure of a massive elevator platform—she found herself staring out onto the hairy legs and legs and legs of an enormous crowd of Diamond Dogs all packed together in a brightly-lit room. The place acted as an auditorium of sorts, in the center of which stood a very familiar canine atop a very familiar mech. Waving a torch in his grasp, the canine leader in shades grinned, posing on the very edge of the B-Cubed.
He wasn't alone. Chained tightly to the top turret of the vehicle with his arms and legs spread was none other than—
“Iron Will...” Rainbow Dash gritted her teeth, murmuring in a hushed voice. “Not cool.”
“Actually, I think it's something of an improvement,” Lancie said with a smirk, peering his stone face over her shoulder. “It's all in the horns. They make half the ornament, really. Very 'country.'”
“Very lame,” Rainbow grunted. She craned her neck and looked out from all corners of the metal platform. “There's gotta be a way to crawl over to him.”
“You mean somewhere that isn't crawling with dog?”
“Shhhh! You're not helping.”
“What's to help? If I wanted to go on a suicide mission, I'd have tossed myself down the mouth of Tartarus and just left you to continue on with your life of doting on an apple-bucker and sobbing yourself to sleep at night.”
“I need to make a list...”
“Of what?”
“Of things to strangle you over once we get back from this mess.” Rainbow Dash slithered out from under the platform. “Here goes nothing.”
“Huh?! What are you up to, exactly?”
“Shhh!” Rainbow Dash shoved Lancie back into her saddlebag. “For once, I'm going to take advantage of how small and petite I am!” she hoarsely whispered.
“Mmmmf—You're small and petite?” Lancie sputtered back.
“Eh...” Rainbow shrugged. “Apparently.” Then, holding her breath, she crept out beneath the legs and knees of the standing, cheering Diamond Dogs. All around and above her, they roared as one, pumping their paws into the air while keeping their eyes locked on the glorious visage of Top Dog.
“Big! Bitchin'! Bitch! Big! Bitchin'! Bitch! Big! Bitchin'! Bitch!”
Top Dog waved a paw from where he stood on the turret above Iron Will's limp figure. He whistled shrilly, silencing the thick crowd of worshipping canines.
“Brothers!” He grinned wide in the torchlight that glittered off the machine beneath him. “Friends! Wagon chasers! Butt sniffers! Lend me your ears!”