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// Nothing to stop 'er 
// Story: Pinkie and Author don't mix 
// by The Servant Archer 
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  "Author? Are you going to start the story now?"

"Damn it, Pinkie! I'm working on it. You just gotta give me an hour and I can do it. Okay?"

"Okay Dokie Lokie! This'll be fun, right? Ooh, put it in there! Please, I beg you!"

"...Pinkie....what the fuck. Who's over there with you? And why are you doing that in the story?"

"Doing what?" 

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm playing key master, but I can't get the key in the hole!" 

"....Ooookay? Now let's get started with the story, alright?"

"What story?"

"The one we're trying to do right now." 

"But that's meant to be done next Tuesday. Not on Friday, silly."

"My story, my rules. Lets get this started."

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It all began on a nice cool, summer afternoon, when Pinkie Pie was prancing around, looking for someone to prank. She LOVED prancing, but it wasn't the best of things to do to certain ponies, like Fluttershy. That timid pesagus couldn't handle the simplist of pranks, because it would put her into tears. Pinkie's goal now, was to prank somepony had never dared to prank before: The Author

DAMN IT PINKIE, FOLLOW THE STORY! NOT YOUR WHIMS!

"Hmmm, nope! You need a prank, you big ole meanie pants! And also to lighten up!"

Who runs this story right now?

"Discord."

..wat?...I need to insert that meme here...

"What's a meme?" 

NOTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW! Lets get back to the story. NOW.

"Hmpf. Meanie pants."

Shush child. Adults are speaking.

"But you're still talking."

...ouch

"Now I'll go back to the story."

Thank you.

Ahem. Now as I was saying...

In the modest village of pony vile, there lived a prankster named Pinkie Pie. She loved to make people sm-

"Ponies."

What?

"It's meant to be 'Pinkie loves to make ponies smile.'"

...thank you.

Where was I? Oh yes. Pinkie loved to make ponies smile and feel great about their day, because that is what she thought was her special thing. It was even her cutie mark!

"No, parties is my cutie mark"

...Can you let me tell the story?

"Not if you keep messing it up, silly!"

Hmpf. Shush. Don't worry.

Making ponies happy was one of Pinkie's many talents, along with her chief talent, parties, which served to make ponies really happy! But sometimes the pony would wish to be left alone, and other times they would be like Pinkie! So she varied her styles to fit the kind of pony, like fancy stuff for Octy, dub step for Vinyl, Booky stuff for Twilight, pranks for Dashie, and FASHION stuff for Rarity. She remembered them all so she coul-

"You're a horrible Author."

...thanks for the ego boost. 

"You're welcome! Oooo, candy!"

...gah! Should I just give up with you around, saying my every mistake, AS I make them?

"Yepper deppers!"

Really. So what do we do now?

"I don't know, you're the Author!"

...I want to strangle you right now. 

"Why would you want to do that?"

...I'm hungry.

"So here, have a cupcake!"

...I didn't want that.

"But you're hungry!"

Ugh...there's no winning with you around.

"You could win at apple-bobbing!"

...grrr...

Pinkie here woke up in a crazy house, and she saw-

"This makes no sense though. "

I give up now...