Iron Will, famed motivational speaker and motivator of ponies all across Equestria, currently had a problem. He’d been visiting a friend in Canterlot, and in the process of picking up a gift for said friend, because Iron Will did not visit friends without some form of appreciation, he had encountered a difficulty.
Due to Iron Will’s size and shape, it was a bit of a process for him to get into most pony doors. After all, they were built for ponies, not someone of his magnificent stature. And Iron Will had gotten stuck. And unfortunately, as Iron Will’s first few flexes had proven, the door frame was made of metal. Usually, when this happened, the door was made of wood, so he could flex his way out of the doorframe. Afterwards, he would apologise, and pay for the repair.
“If you are blocked, show them that you ROCK!” roared Iron Will, flexing his muscles again. Several seconds of the minotaur grunting and straining followed. Muscle fought against metal. Muscle lost.
“Buddy, that didn’t work the last four times you tried, it ain’t gonna work this time,” called the shopkeeper, as Iron Will sagged down, his muscles un-flexing.
“Iron Will will not be late for his meeting,” said Iron Will, “Iron Will always keeps his appointments, and cannot miss this one.”
“Yeah, yeah. Look, the fireponies are on their way, probably with a bucket of grease. Just hang tight. Not like you have a choice, though.”
“What?” said Iron Will, “were you making fun of Iron Will? Because if you try to poke fun, Iron Will will send you to the sun!”
The shopkeeper lapsed into silence for a while, and Iron Will resigned himself to the fact that he was not going to be on time. At least he had managed to pick up the gift before he’d gotten stuck on leaving the shop.
Four hours, two sawblades and three exhausted ponies later, Iron Will was free. After his usual apologies, and leaving his details for the shopkeeper to charge for the replacement of his door, he headed off to meet his friend at last.
Iron Will walked through Canterlot, taking great care to avoid any low-hanging objects, and eventually arrived at his friend’s house. Bending down, he knocked on the door.
“My word!” exclaimed Fancy Pants once he opened the door, “What in Equestria happened to you, Iron Will?”
“Iron Will got into a fight with a door. Iron Will did not win.”
“Ah, I see,” said Fancy, “Well, don’t just stand there, do come in. I am afraid that we don’t have lunch ready, for obvious reasons, of course, but I can get something whipped up for you in a jiffy.”
“That would be good. Iron Will has not eaten since this morning.”
And so, Iron Will began the process of getting through the door. However, perhaps because he was not paying attention, he twisted the wrong way, and soon found himself wedged in another doorway. An experimental flex of his muscles told Iron Will that he was not going to flex his way out of this doorway, either. When Fancy Pants came back, he simply sighed, and went to get a pony to go and get the fireponies.