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Apple Bloom kept hugging her plushie, and crawled over to the next toy chest to see it's contents, looking for a rattle, but she also would have loved a little pampering. Even if it was by a robotic hand.
- Hello? - she called out.
- Can I have something for my hands and feet please? It's a bit cold here. - she whined, playing a fussy little baby.
Meanwhile Applejack was definitely not happy
- Oh no, what are you doing?! Bad robot! She tried to slap away the arms grabbing for her clothes, putting up a fight but ending up naked on the conveyor regardless, a waistband keeping her there.
- Let me go this instant, stupid machine! - she yelled, trying to open the waist strap and get off the conveyor.
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