Apparently since the girls got their marks, CMC meetings have simply degenerated into a lot of navel-gazing-- er,
butt-gazing.
I enjoyed finally hearing more of Bulk Biceps. He isn't the brightest bulb, but he seems nice enough, and wouldn't harm a fly intentionally.
He's pretty good with his hooves, it seems... he later gets a job as a masseuse in the day spa. I bet the mares love his work. Although, if the Crusaders suggest he teach other Ponies to lift things, why not become a gym teacher or an aerobics instructor or something?
That bridge was ridiculously too high.
Yeah, the rickety old bridge over the yawning chasm is so ubiquitous to adventure stories it has
its own trope. Well, at least they didn't look over and spot a sturdier structure newly-erected just a few yards away which they could have used instead....
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