“I got a dreadnought!” Pinkie Pie shouted cheerfully, her head looking comically small sticking out of the assault walker’s gorget.  
“We, uh… we can see that,” Applejack mumbled, taking a few steps back. Even in her new, extra-large power armor she found that she was barely taller than the dreadnought’s knees.  
“You can’t do that,” the Chaos Lord said.  
Pinkie halted, and the noisy whirring of gears issued forth as she twisted on her enormous metal hips.  
“What? I can’t keep it? But why?!” Pinkie said sadly, her ears dropping flat against her head and her eyes watering up.  
“I mean it’sh physhically imposhible,” Solon clarified, “dreadnoughtsh operate ushing a complete neural shubmergence interface. There are no manual controlsh for you to manipulate. You can’t poshibly control that thing.”  
Pinkie turned all the way around to face the Warsmith, finding with some satisfaction that their eyes were about at the same height now.  
“So… does that mean I CAN have it?” the pink pony asked eagerly.
 
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