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// Later That Same Day 
// Story: Don't Read This Story (E-Rated Edition so Andre Can Read It At His Everfree Northwest Bad Fanfiction Panel) 
// by Super Trampoline 
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Super Trampoline decided to visit Fluttershy. He figured he could use the walk. Wait a minute he was a bat pony. He could just fly. Anyway he flew to Fluttershy's Cottage.

Fluttershy however was in the middle of performing open heart surgery on Harry the bear. She really is a mare of many talents.

Super figured he should probably not disturb Fluttershy while she was doing that, so he decided to visit Pinkie Pie instead.

"Hey Pinkie. I'm having writer's block right now. Well, I have lots of ideas, but no desire to write them. Any advice?"

" Silly Philly.* 
* I've been taking out most of the voice to text homonym issues that my spell is creating but this one is funny enough to leave in.
 That isn't writer's block. That's depression."

"Well flick. I knew that. What Do I do about it?" Super asked the Pink Party Pony.

"The same thing I: Find what gives you purpose and meaning and do those things. Then you'll be too busy and distracted to realize how depressed you are."

" Wow Pinkie Pie. That is actually useful advice. Thank you. Have you ever considered becoming a therapist if you ever get bored of Party throwing and cupcake selling?"

"Funny you should ask that. I do indeed do therapy on the side, but that's another story for another time.** Right now, I believe you have some introspection to do!"

She was right. So Super Trampoline bought a blueberry muffin and headed back to his music studio.