"Move it, ponies! I shall conquer your pathetic, backward planet with unrivaled grandeur! Let Megatron and Optimus Prime fight to the death. I, meanwhile, shall be crowned king in the royal robes you make for me."
Yes, Starscream was standing in the middle of the street while numerous ponies on the buildings lining the road dressed him up. Who knew what was going through his head? He wanted a magnificent cloak to wear at his coronation ceremony.
"Of course, darling, as long as you stop firing at the roadside. Property prices in Manehattan aren't cheap."
On the roof of a small building nearby, Rarity used magic to cut fabric while nodding along perfunctorily.
"Hm? Why do I sense a hint of sarcasm in your words?" Starscream cocked his head suspiciously.
But the little white pony with the purple mane put on a perfect customer-service smile, revealing her neat teeth. "Not at all. I only say that because once you become king, letting the people live in peace and prosperity would better demonstrate your capabilities."
"Hmph, that's true." Starscream turned away and folded his arms, fully agreeing with her. "Anyway, you only need to know that I'm stronger than Megatron."
"Strong, strong, strong. Mm-hm, yes, yes." Rarity's little horn glowed. She had never made such a huge cloak before, and the soul of a fashion designer burned brightly within her. She could no longer hear anything Starscream was saying; all she could see was her work.
She was even considering what sort of pattern would best complement Starscream's "cutie mark"—namely, the Decepticon insignia on his chest.
However, while Starscream was still standing in the street receiving his tailoring service, the roar of an engine suddenly came from behind him.
"Strange. Where would a car come from in your backward wor—"
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