You dismiss such a horrible thought on the grounds that it’s not lupus. Also known as there has to be something you can still do to help.

You begin your shenanigonal trick and grab the rope. But before you get two steps, you find yourself on the ground, having tripped after your master yanked the rope out of your mouth. You quickly remember that he doesn’t put up with your playful disposition. After a short scolding, he asks what you needed the rope for.

While you search for an answer, you think about the possibly of recruiting some other ponies to help in your mission. Or rather, what arbitrary limitation would stop you from doing so.

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You can’t think of anything that would stop you.