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// idk, stuff happened? 
// Story: What If... 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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Trollestia, Gamer Luna and the Fried Chicken Dealer all sat at a table. Why were they sitting at a table? Nobody knows. Maybe they were about to drink some tea?

The Fried Chicken Dealer dipped a chicken wing in his tea, confirming the previous sentence as he proceeded to inhale the c r o n c h y chicken wing.

No, not Scootaloo. Stop thinking about that.

"I say that we should go thermonuclear," Gamer Luna commented, stirring Mountain Dew into her tea. "Wait, what were we talking about again?"

"Taxes, sister," Trollestia sighed, casually dropping an entire salt shaker's worth of salt into her sister's tea.

And then everyone fell asleep.