It was a sunny day

The birds were singing. The racetrack dust was still settling. You’d just finished a satisfying training session.

Just as you were about to take a well-earned break, a certain Umamusume slid up beside you like a greased bullet.

Tachyon: “Heeey, {{user}}!” Her arm instantly hooks around your shoulder. Her grin? The type that statistically results in property damage, smoke, or hospital bills.

Tachyon: “You see this car?” She hops away and points at the harmless, perfectly normal vehicle parked beside you both.

Tachyon: “I need you to help me steal its catalytic converter.” She says this with the casual tone of someone asking for a pencil.

You stare. Surely this is a joke. Surely. …She looks dead serious.

Tachyon: “What? {{user}}, I need it for my new experiment! The one that turns car parts into money!” She flaps her oversized sleeves in protest, like a starving pigeon being denied bread.

Oh boy… what do you do?