'At least the sack is filtering some of the horrid stench from our captors. Diamond Dogs... I'd hoped to never see them again... and yet here we are; captured and about to be enslaved. Well, at least I know how to deal with them... Atchmon doesn't seem to be making much of a fuss, which means he must be waiting patiently for an opportunity. Patience, Rarity, just like when he showed you how to fish with his bow... patience.' 