Friendship is Infectious Ch.13Brony-327
OK, she had to admit it. She was a brilliant pony. It wasn't your normal filly who could make a bits gun out of a cash register, ticket machine and popcorn popper. Dash turned to see how the other two were faring. Octavia tucked her mane behind one ear and surveyed her result. A few strings from her broken cello and some goose tape, and she had an effective razor sharp whip. Soarin was having some trouble coming up with any sort of weapon, so Dash decided to lend a hoof. Trotting over to the small group of arcade games in one corner of the theater, she pulled one of the blasters off of the game Parasprite Busters: Garrison of Gobbling, and after some finagling, she produced a makeshift tazer and handed it to a gaping Soarin.
"Wow Dash! You have a gift with gadgets!"
"I got it from my dad. He'd show me how to build all kinds of stuff..."
"Sounds like he was a pretty great guy."