>Have a pre-amputated fluffy pony named Blueberry.
>While all your friends have been through several fluffies, yours has managed not to die.
>Nor does she run around and break stuff, or poop where she's not supposed to.
>She's generally a happy and cuddly little ball of fluff, who loves to be held and petted.
>There's only one downside: she tends to get sad and despondent when playing with other fluffies.
>They're all running around and playing and she can't join them.
>"Daddy, Boobewwi wan' weggies. Pwease gif weggies?"
>You can't give her legs. But maybe you can do something.
>Purchase a remote control car, and remove the top, leaving only the chassis.
>Attach a tray to it, and install a "seat belt" to keep your fluffy in place.
"Here, Blueberry. This is for you."
>"Gif weggies?"
"No, this is something even better than leggies. I'm going to give you wheelies."
>You take Blueberry out to the park and take her out for a spin.
>She has a wonderful time, giggling with glee as you make her chase after the ball,
>"run" over to other fluffies for hugs, do donuts, and generally play like she always wanted.
>This is perfect - she can have her fun "running" and playing, but she can't get into trouble
>because she actually has no control over where she goes. But she doesn't seem to care.
>Remote control car is not very fast, especially on grass.
>But it's still at least twice as fast as a fluffy's top running speed.
>Blueberry is now the fastest fluffy in the park.
>All the other fluffies are jealous.
>They beg their owners to remove their legs and replace them with wheels. Several of them oblige.
>Cyborg fluffies FTW!