One day, there was a pony. Said pony decided to make a sandwich and eat it, but was promptly struck by lightning. Thus, Sammichachu was born.
"LET ME EAT YOU, FOR CELESTIA'S SAKE!" screeched a certain purple alicorn in agony. Twilight then lunged at the sandwich in attempt to bite into its flesh. Exactly 2.948
666 seconds later, the purple pony had a mouth full of dirt.
"PIKA!" an anthropomorphic sandwich-mouse screamed in reply.
"POKEMANS!" xX-GAM3R_LUNA11-McM00NM4STER-Xx then hurdled a pokeball at Sammichachu, capturing it in her master ball
s. "I WANNA BE THE VERY BEST, LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS. TO CATCH THEM ALL IS MY REAL TES--"
"COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT." Pinkie hollered.
"WHY ARE WE YELLING?" Pinkie clone number 666 belched
"BECAUSE THE AUTHOR'S SISTER WATCHES TOO MUCH ANIMU TO STAY SANE," Pinkie clone number 983274 yelled, "AND BECAUSE MOST ANIME BATTLE SCENES REQUIRE YELLING AS COMMUNICATION."
Everything was then a screaming mess. But what is the true meaning of this? Is it nothing but a screaming mess? Or is it perhaps something more? Will anyone truly know? Or do they already know? Does anyone truly know the purpose of this, or the purpose of why we're here?, a nearby purple-eyed alligator narrated, licking his eye while doing so, Why are we here? To bicker? To love? To help? Why do we exist? Why does anything exis-
The author's sister then cut off Gummy in fear of triggering an existential crisis.