"Mission...oh yeah...real good for mission...real good..." Sandy blinked, struggling to keep his eyes open and focused. Rainbow hooved the crossbow closer to him, and he leaned forward to get it, then suddenly stopped. He looked down at his foreleg, nestled nice and cozy courtesy of Rainbow's freshly-tucked sheets. He looked up at the crossbow, made with Rainbow's love and care. Foreleg. Bow. Sheets. Weapon.