Hey, give the ponies a chestburster or two and they'll probably dress up like Future Twilight, take up smoking, and execute Ohm in cold blood while casually spouting one-liners...

Or maybe not.

"It stinks that we can't just go kick their flanks," Rainbow grumbled as she took back to the air, the better to watch the measuring process. An entirely different thought struck her, though, as she watched the familiar-yet-different process -- "Hey, are those the same measurements you'd use if you were making just ordinary clothing?"