It rattles a data-scream only audible on a radio receiver, signaling others to connect with.

Other pony centipedes arch their backs lordotically and open their antennae to increase reception, and quickly scurry, or slowly lumber to the same epicenter of horror.

They eventually join into the longest chain of equestrian robots, and flex and twist and screech, as if proud of their status as final boss of deviantart.