Meinu sighed. While the idea of a bunch of horses strapping planks to their hoofsies and jumping off cliffsides screaming is an absolutely spectacular one on paper, when you put it into play you quickly realize that only a select few sapient creatures in Equestria are fast enough to get the full experience of watching idiots doing flips past a stunned Death of Ponies like Bender dreams of. If you're not one of those lucky few you're the skittlebug freezing chitinous plates, waiting for the split second blur you paid good money to see and wondering if you should lie down and hibernate until you evolve some better protection from a caring goddess who has otherwise spit on you, called you a bitch, and made you question what species got religion right.
And then there was her friend Twig, who gave off the air of a stoner who's never actually touched a drug (or even a faygo) in their life and still might actually be living better than you. He hadn't cared when their species's entire biology was rearranged by a gay horse intruder who believed her aesthetic to be superior to theirs, he hadn't cared about giving himself an actual, respectable name when it sunk in that he didn't have to be Drone 8005882300 for the rest of his life, and he apparently didn't care about sitting on a mountain for an hour to literally no end. Lucky.
And so, boredom didn't even have to sneak in this time, and was instead greeted as a friend and given free residence to all of Meinu's head the moment he stepped in. Regardless, they were begrudgingly acknowledged as a freeloader, and Meinu began looking around for something to entertain her, settling on a large digital sign overlooking the crowd. Obnoxiously happy words scrolled over it as she watched.
"Hey Twig. Get your head out of this sorry excuse for a game. What's that?"
"Hmm? O yeah. It's a new thing they added. Basically, they put a hashtag on Twitter for the competition. Any tweets with that hashtag get put up there."
"They didn't have enough funds to think up a decent horse pun- wait. Any tweet?"
"Yeah?"
Meinu scratched her chin best she could. An idea was beginning to form.
"Fetch me my computer, will you Twig?"
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"You're very soft."
"Thank you."
A few minutes later, Meinu sat next to the sign, no longer caring all that much if she saw the racers while Twig sat draped over her like a blanket. As she took a sip from the coffee he had fetched her, she smiled and began wrapping up. She was the last of her Discord server to log out, scooting back from the sign a little and shifting Twig around on her back.
"What'chu do?"
"I just asked a couple of favors from some online friends. Go back to sleep."
Within moments, they began rolling in on the sign, and the rate of new tweets went from one every five minutes to a good 2 every 30 seconds.
@unbeatablesg- my horn is MASSIVE and could benchpress you and your entire family #ジェネリックレース
@dril- If we put aside appearance and focus entirely on character, Chris Pratt could play Jack Sparrow any day of the week but Johnny Depp could never play Andy Dwyer #ジェネリックレース
@Fyre_fly- I accidentally bought a Soulja board instead of a Ouija board and it only responds to my questions with YOUUUUUU #ジェネリックレース
@JennyENicholson- the eventual heat death of the universe will render all your sins obsolete #ジェネリックレース
@DolanDark- hey babe wanna see these creezys (croc yeezies) come off? #ジェネリックレース
Meinu smiled and leaned back into Twig's half-dead hug. Her work here was done.