Twilight stared at the page that she had just mindlessly jotted down at the dictation of her assistant, while Spike grinned gleefully over her shoulder.
"This is garbage." she deadpanned, pointing at the page in question.
Spike shrugged. "Hey, you were the one that began writing this thing."
Twilight made a face. "Well you were the one that told me to write this!"
"No," Spike countered, "I suggested that you should write this! You were the one doing the writing!"
Somewhere, high above the two squabbling beings, the almighty narrator and true author of the story stood up, and left the room for some popcorn.