Littlepip: Shhh! You hear that?



Calamity: It's comin' from down the road.



Velvet: What is it? Is it another patrol?



Littlepip: Bigger.



Velvet: Armored Pony Carrier?



Littlepip: I SAID BIGGER.



Velvet: Um... King Kong?



Littlepip: ...Ehhh, smaller.



Velvet: Oh, PLEASE tell me it isn't some kind of giant robot...



Calamity: Bingo.



Velvet: ...Well, buck.



Littlepip: *thinking* (I swear to Celestia, if that thing's stomping its way over here because of Blackjack's cyber-sex joke, I'm gonna have to make a little note-to-self to never let her crack wise in front of monstrous war machines...!)



Calamity: Now, that fella sounds big n' mean. Ah'm bettin' 20 Bits that thing's got miniguns fer hands.



Velvet: Miniguns? Oh, dear Calamity. Try to be a little more inventive! I'm thinking flamethrowers. Littlepip?



Littlepip: Mmmm… Speakers that play an ear-rape remix of "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun."



Calamity & Velvet: . . . . . .



Littlepip: Hah. That inventive enough for ya, Tweetie?



Velvet: ………………………...Perfect. Haha. Thank you, Littlepip. Now... let's find a way out of here and to the others, before that massive death-bot discovers us. I may be good at patching your injuries, but even you two can't stand toe-to-toe with a robot that size!