DISCLAIMER: This story was written without any input from GeodesicDragon
The first thing the viewers for the second episode of A New Show, and the viewers for the first episode of A New Home on broadcast television see, is a gargantuan, African American man sitting on a black stool, with a wide grin spread on his face like Blue Bonnet on bread.
"Hello, America. I, am Oprah Winfrey. If you did not know, today, we here at OWN will be welcoming a few new...colorful characters. For over a year, OWN has been host to some of the most dramatic telecasts like the Dr. Phil show, and All My Children. Well, today, the most drama filled television show that is a part of the OWN lineup, debuts. Last week, two young men came to me with their vision....an idea that would satisfy my usual viewers, and also bring many new ones in. I wish these young men nothing but success in their current endeavor, and hope that their show become a staple here at OWN for years to come...." the most powerful black man in the world shuffled in the stool, trying to get more comfortable.
"And hey," Oprah continued. "If their ratings don't meet my expectations..." Oprah's voice suddenly turned demonic. "THEIR FORMS WILL BE PERISHED BY MY TAILBONE AND I WILL FEAST ON THEIR ENTRAILS," Oprah grinned, once again. "I hope you all enjoy!"
Life is too short to be succulent....
There would be no randomness as the second episode of A New Show opened. No golden starred locker rooms, no epic entrances, and no parasprite suit eating.....there WERE a lot of suits in the studio, however. Fred and Jason were each wearing one, looking as dapper as possible. Fred also had a widower's veil on, which covered his face, and Jason was wearing protective perfume-goggles over his eyes. Both men had their heads hung, and their arms crossed and resting on their crotch.
They were looking at what stood before them, off of the stage, in front of all of the leather chairs. In the leather chairs, were the official crowd of A New Show. It contained nothing but the readers and fans of A New Home. There was Hunter reaper, whom was sitting on Squishy, his pet kraken, Twilight Best Pony, BrianPony, dream1990, Cody (dread94), Redstar76, Geo, Jlargent, Bazing, Sonik, wolfman93, Nova Nexus, Ellington, even the almighty Shutterguy, and many others. Oh yeah, and L. Wolf had a nosebleed seat all the way in the back.
They all were wearing suits as well, even Squishy, and they were all wondering how they had gotten to this point in their life.
Jason seemed to be wondering that, too, as he stood beside his co-host.
In front of the leather chairs, was a casket....made out of cinnamon...naturally. In it, lay Churrostin R. Churro, his eyes opened, but not blinking, and his sombrero disheveled and matted.
Fred knelt down, and placed a Dahlia, which is the national flower of Mexico, on his once beloved pastry's chest. He grimaced, trying to fight through the pain.
"Hello, everybody," he started. "I'm fred2266..."
"And I'm APoeticHeart," Jason introduced. "And we are starting off the show VERY differently from the last one....aren't we?"
"That's right," fred replied. "This was supposed to be a HUGE episode, as it is our debut episode on television, and we even have our own audience to prove it. It consists of the followers and fanboys of the A New Home series. They will all be getting free guest passes to all A New Show episodes going forward. They're some pretty goofy guys in that crowd, which is always welcome here at A New Show.
That's not the big story for tonight's episode, though.....as you all saw, last week, my precious churro, Churrostin R. Churro....passed away. All week, I have been dealt some of the worst pain of my life, as a result of this monumental loss, to the point where I almost had enough...."
Jason gasped. "Fred...you don't mean....?"
Fred nodded. "Yes, I do.....I was almost ready to switch over to Entenmann's crumb doughnuts, but out of respect for Churrostin, I refrained myself. I also came to the conclusion, that, I will NEVER eat another churro again.....no churro will ever be able to match the golden flakiness of Churrostin......NO CHURRO...." fred started to get glass-eyed, as Jason patted him on the back.
"So," Jason continued for fred, since he would be crying fairly soon. "Tonight, we pay tribute to Churrostin....we barely knew him, but the warmth he brought us almost rivaled that of the warmth repelling off of him right after he was made..."
"That-...." fred sniffled. "That was beautiful, man...."
"Let us all stay risen," Jason announced. "As we take a moment of silence, in tribute...to Churrostin R. Churro...."
Everybody in the studio hung their heads, as a 10 bell salute sounded off throughout. Except for Ellington, who had fallen asleep in his seat. Nobody bothered to wake him up, either, as they cared about as much as he did.
As the 10 bell salute ended, fred fall to his knees, and stared at Churrostin.
"Oh, Churrostin....." he whispered into his fallen companion's sugary ears. "You were...so young....sooo...delicious.....what I wouldn't give to take just ONE bite out of y-"
Fred's eyes bulged, and he stood up, shaking. He was shocked.
"What's wrong, fred?" Jason asked.
"....That's not Churrostin...." fred muttered, sending absolutely no gasps in any form from anybody in the studio.
"What do you mean?" Jason walked up, inspecting the churro. "Looks like him to me....don't all churros look the same?"
Fred's head snapped to his side, as his stare burned a hole through Jason's face, seeping into his eye-sockets, and turning his brain into plutonium.
"NO!" Fred shouted, waking Ellington up in the process. "Churrostin looks unlike ANY other churro! Besides, Twist's teeth-marks were indented where his neck would be! There are no teeth-marks ANYWHERE on THIS churro!"
"What do you think happened to him, then?" Jason wondered aloud.
"It's OBVIOUS! Twist STOLE HIM!" Fred growled. "She didn't get a good enough taste of his deliciousness the first time around, so she decided to take him and get ALL she could from him!"
"Fred....Twist is still in the hospital...." Jason deadpanned.
"Hmmm..." fred thought. "You're right. Fine, then! So, Twist is off the hook, but that doesn't mean I'm giving up!" Fred began to run off in the direction of the backstage area.
"Where are you going?!" Jason shouted at him.
Fred stopped in his tracks, turning towards Jason. "There's a 100%, grade A, PROFESSIONAL churro-captor in this studio, Jason! I HAVE to find out who the mastermind behind this debacle is!"
"What about the show?" Jason desperately asked.
"You have a mouth..." fred replied. "Use it." Without another word, fred exited the stage, as he ventured off to find the culprit.
"Well...." Jason said, facing the crowd. "Heh heh.....this is....different....."
The intro is over, and Jason is now sitting on his sectionals, both he and the crowd just staring at one another.
"Ummm...should we go home?" Redstar asked.
"Oh, no!" Jason quickly rebuttaled, not wanting to lose the audience. Fred would be over the hedge with anger if that were to happen. "It's just....I know this is only the second episode, but...I still feel so....so lost..."
Then, through a cloud of purple smoke, King Sombra and a mariachi band appeared on stage. Sombra and everymexican were wearing sombreros with tortilla chips placed around the tops of the ballin' hats.
"I shall play you the song of my PEEEOPPLLEEE," Sombra announced, as he began to tune up his vihuela. "Hit it, muchachos!"
The mariachi-mates nodded, as "Livin' La Vida Loca" by Ricky Martin started to get played.
Everybody in the audience except Ellington started clapping their hands and shaking they GROOVE THA-no. L. Wolf and Cody did the dosey-doe, as Squishy twirled Hunter around with his tentacles.
"This sucks," Ellington muttered, shaking his head and scribbling down negative words about the show so far.
"Um, guys..." Jason interrupted, as the music stopped. "You already missed Churrostin's funeral." A sad tuba played in the background. "He was actually stolen, too....so...this isn't exactly the best time...."
"Oh, wow...." Sombra replied, munching on a tortilla chip from the top of his sombrero. "That sucks, mojito...." All of the mariachi band-mates took off their sombreros, tortilla chips falling all over the floor, and put them to their hearts in tribute of Churrostin. "Well, we'll be performing at the Hard Rock Casino next week. We hope you to see you all there! And yes, we are obligated to self-plug that." Sombra turned towards his eses, and gestured to his f'ed up horn. "Let's bounce, pendejos...." in a misty array of purple fog, Sombra and the mariachi band disappeared.
Jason shook his head, and sat back down on his sectional, along with the audience, who sat back in their seats, as well. Ellington crossed his arms in disgust at the "entertainment" he had been given thus far.
"I understand the mood has changed dramatically since the show started," Jason admitted. "But....Churrostin would WANT the show to go on....so, let's bring up our first guest, shall we?" The audience leaned forward with interest, wondering who would trot, or walk out onto the stage.
"He is actually, one of our audience members," Jason gave a hint, as everybody in the audience seemed on the edge of their seat now. "He is the creator of the Geoverse; a collection of self insert stories, and the man who dubbed the term "Tobyverse" for stories about Toby. His works include "Of Horses And Whorses", "Good Things Cum", "Twilight Sparkle Waits For A Train", "Derpy Hooves Plays Connect Four", and many others. Everybody, please welcome....
GeodesicDragon, COME ON DOOOWWWNN! You're the next contestant on The Price is Somewhat in the Range of the Original Price! Anonymous announcer blared, as Geo jumped up from his chair, and ran to the stage like a child on snow-cone-crack, receiving a death glare from Ellington, and applause from all the other audience members.
He took a seat next to Jason on his sectional, wearing a name-tag that says "Hello! My name is GeodeesikDragun. Peaches are the death of all the Saudi Arabians." Of course, every member of the audience had a name tag with their FimFiction user name spelled wrong, and a stupid phrase that nobody found funny in the least on it.
"Thanks for being on the show, Geo," Jason asked, shaking Geo's hand.
"Glad to be here," Geo replied, his British accent noticeable. "I mean, I didn't have any time to prepare, but I'm still happy to be on here....uhhh, WHY am I on here?"
"Well, a recent blog post from you FimFiction states that you won a recent contest," Jason explained with a smile. "Is that correct?"
Geo nods. "Yes, that sure happened, lucky me. I won a contest for the SpikeDash shipping group for my story titled "Oblivious."
"Well," Jason continued. "We thought it'd be cool, if a review of your story occurred LIVE here on A New Show...are you okay with that?"
Geo's grinned. "Oh, of course! That's mighty appreciated, Poetic. And who, might I ask, will be reviewing it?"
Jason chuckled, as he knew Geo would be surprised by his answer. "Well, don't you think it would be fitting if the two STARS of the story reviewed it?"
Geo rubbed his chin. "Well, that WOULD make quite a bit of sen-" Geo froze, as he was MORE than surprised as realization hit him. "You don't mean....?"
"We sure do, Geo!" Jason turned towards the curtain. "Everybody, please welcome....Rainbow Dash, and Spike!"
The audience erupted in applause, as Rainbow Dash came soaring through onto stage, with Spike on her back. The baby dragon jumped off, and began taking numerous bows.
"Yeeaaahhh....that's right, folks!" Rainbow Dash announced. "Awesomeness....hath ARRIVED."
"Oh, you're too kind, Dash," Spike replied, lightly tapping Rainbow on a foreleg.
Rainbow Dash snickered, hopping onto what would've been fred's sectional. "Whatever you say, Spike." Spike took a seat right next to her.
Geo rubbed his eyes, as he couldn't believe whom he was seeing.
"Starstruck?" Dash asked with a grin.
Geo just kept staring, with his jaw quite lower than it had been when he woke up this morning.
"Well, WE should be the starstruck ones," Spike said. "After all, we've heard so much about this story of yours!"
"Yuuuhhh-gaahhhhh?" Geo stammered.
"That's right!" Dash added. "Everypony knows I love a good book. So...what's it about?" Dash asked with a squee.
Geo still couldn't talk straight, so Jason would have to answer for him. "I think it would take the fun out of it if you didn't see for yourself."
"Ah....a man of MYSTERY, huh?" Dash chuckled. "Alright. Let's take a look!"
A stagehand came out, and handed a printed off copy of "Oblivious" to both Spike and Rainbow Dash.
Dash crossed her forelegs, while Spike curled up on the long sectional to read. Dash was a slow reader, as she enjoyed soaking in every word, instead of just barreling through them, so the barely over 3,000 word story would more than likely take longer to finish from her than Spike.
Backstage.....
"And STAY OUT, you RUFFIAN!" Rarity screeched, as she threw fred out of her dressing room with her magic. "I can't BELIEVE you made my sister cry over some worthless, DISGUSTING churro!" Rarity slammed the door, as fred lay on his side, tears threatening to escape.
"Favorite...pony.....mad....at ME...." Fred mouthed, looking at his hands in disgust. "What...have I DONE?! All I did was start the argument about churros being better than marshmallows, and Sweetie Belle started crying....it...was SO CUTE!"
Fred got back up on his own two feet. "Oh, well....I will NOT rest until I find the bebop who STOLE my Churrostin!" Fred tried to think who the perfect next person, or pony, to question would be, and smirked evilly as the thought came to mind.
"I'd bet anything it was that FATTY Flash Sentry....he always eats EVERYTHING in sight at the catering table..." Fred then sprinted off in the direction of the catering area.
A few minutes later....
Back on stage....
"Wait, Spike," she said solemnly. "Have... have I done something to upset you? You've not said a word to me since dinner arrived. Please, tell me what's wrong."
"It's nothing," Spike replied. "Don't worry about it."
At that paragraph, Spike looked up at Geo with an unamused look on his face. He balled up the story, threw it behind him, and got up from his seat.
"W-...what's wrong?" Geo asked, panicked.
"I know EXACTLY where THAT is going..." Spike answered, still not taking his eyes off of Geo. He stopped as he was about to leave, and looked back at Geo with one final death-glare. "You should be ASHAMED...." Spike never looked back, as he would be walking back to his dressing room to take a long, cold shower.
Geo slammed his hands against his face, as he felt like pretending Jason was a shrink, and telling him all of his current problems.
There was still hope, though....as Rainbow Dash was shook up by Spike's action, but she still continued to read with a smile on her face.
25 minutes later.....
Rainbow Dash uncrossed her forelegs, as she sat the copy of "Oblivious" next to her, staring off into the distance with a blank look.
Geo could guess what she was thinking, and he didn't like it.
"W-well...what did you think, Rainbow Dash?" He still decided to ask.
"Well, Geo....I'm not really sure WHY Spike did what he did, but what I can say is I do NOT think your story is THAT bad...."
"But it's still bad....isn't it?" Geo replied, as he was rubbing his temples in frustration.
"Heck no!" Dash blurted out with a wide grin, dashing up to Geo. "I thought it was-SO AWESOME!"
"Y-you....YOU DID?!" Geo yelled, his record for the lowest his jaw had been dropped today being broken.
"Oh YEAH!" Dash replied, sitting next to Geo. "I mean, yeah, it makes no sense that me and Spike are in love, but I've been getting into Romance novels the last few weeks, and it's my favorite genre behind Adventure. Oblivious is already being added to one of my favorite Romance stories. That's why I read it EXTRA slow."
"I.....I can't believe it...." Geo said, as he suddenly grew one of the biggest smiles of his lives. He shook each of Rainbow Dash's forehooves in ecstatic-trauma. "Thank you SO much! You have NO idea what this means to me!"
Rainbow Dash chuckled. "There's no need to be so grateful, Geo. I should be thanking YOU, for such an AWESOME story. Don't think of me as Rainbow Dash, the awesomest pony in Equestria...think of me as Rainbow Dash, your 482nd follower on FimFiction."
Geo's eyes rolled back into his head, and he slumped over onto Jason's lap.
Rainbow Dash chuckled, as she placed Geo on her back, and flew over to his seat, placing him on it. She waved at all of the other audience, and flew over to Jason.
"Thanks for having me on the show, Jason!" Jason shook both of her forehooves, and Dash was sure to take her copy of Oblivious, saluting Jason. "See ya!" She bolted off backstage.
"Anytime, Rainbow Dash!" Jason said, waving back at the pony who wasn't there. "Wow....wasn't that something? I sure hope Geo is okay.....anyway, we'll be right back, with our last guest of the night."
A New Show is brought to you by....
"Welcome back, everybody, to A New Show," Jason said, adjusting his goggles. "Surprised no one has mentioned the goggles.....thankfully, no permanent damage was done to my eyes, due to Diamond Tiara spraying perfume in my face, but I didn't want something similar to happen this week, so I'm wearing these."
"They look stupid," Ellington commented, his arms still crossed.
Jason ignored that. "Well, there is sure to be NO pain that will come from our next guest. I may not like her pony counterpart, mostly for her being careless and reckless, which almost caused her to kill all of Rainbow Dash's friends, but so far, her human counterpart seems to be totally unlike her....everybody, please welcome, Lightning Dust.
The human version of Lightning Dust walked through the curtain, to a standing ovation, except from, as usual, Ellington. She ran through the crowd, receiving high fives, and in Squishy's case, a high tentacle, before winding back up on stage, sitting next to Jason.
Jason extended his hand, but Lightning Dust insisted on a fist-bump, instead.
Jason chuckled. "Well, the guest is always right," he agreed to Lightning Dust's fist-bumping terms, as Lightning Dust put an arm over Jason's shoulder. Jason looked at her green her, a bit perplexed as to why she would do that, but just shrugged it off.
"Hey, bro," Lightning Dust smirked at Jason. "What's up?"
"Welcome to the show, Lightning Dust," Jason replied with a nod. "You look awfully comfortable..."
Lightning chuckled. "Yeah, well, when you're on a show with this much early prestige, you need to make the best of it. I'm just here to answer the tough questions, chief."
"And I'm here to ask them.....chief?" Jason pondered if that was the right word to say or not.
"Hah! Sure, let's go with that," Lightning shook her head. "Fire away, dude."
"Well, alright then....." Jason thought for a moment. "Scootaloo is your sister, huh? That sure did catch a lot of us off guard."
Lightning nodded. "I could see that. But, really, we're pretty much the same. She's a budding athlete, and she wants to be just like me, which I can't blame."
"How do you explain her beating you at Basketball, then?" Jason asked with a rose eyebrow.
Lightning Dust scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. "She....got lucky? Alright, alright, I won't sugarcoat....she beat me fair and square. I don't know...maybe I was off that day? I'll get her next time!" She promised with a look of determination.
"Hopefully we get to see the Rematch of the Ages," Jason replied with a hopeful smile. "What will your gameplan be when that time comes?"
"I'll just say this: I've taught Scootaloo EVERYTHING she knows....but I haven't taught her everything I know!" Lightning Dust answered with a knowing grin.
Jason nodded. "Moving on. How is your relationship with your sister?"
"We care for each other. Our parents aren't always around, because they're at work when we get home from school, so we have to look after ourselves. It's been like that for a while. Sure, we have no filter, and our parents aren't around to stop us when we bicker, or get ourselves into some sort of trouble, but it's made our bond a LOT stronger. I will always stand up for my sister, no matter the situation, and she doesn't have to do the same for me, because I won't ask her to do that, but I know she would if something came up. We spend all of our time with each other, and that's how we like it. Together."
The audience clapped at Lightning Dust's heart-felt answer. Lightning Dust smiled at them.
"That's very touching, Lightning Dust...." Jason said with his own warm smile. Family was the most important thing to him, so he truly appreciated Lightning Dust's words. "One last question her-"
"Oh yeah...it's SOOOOOO touching...." a familiar voice was heard, as the audience, Jason, and Lightning Dust turned to see...well, Lightning Dust. The pony version, walk out on stage with a frustrated look on her face. Jason rolled his eyes at being interrupted.
"Hey, what's up....uhhh....me?" Lightning Dust said, looking at her pony counterpart confusedly.
"Cut the crap, IMPOSTOR," pony Dust replied in anger. "Shut up with your sob story! Nobody, and noPONY cares about what you have to say!"
"Are you KIDDING ME?" Jason groaned, standing up from his seat. "WHY are you out here? WHY? You have NOTHING to do with this interview!"
Pony Dust snarled at Jason. "I actually have EVERYTHING to do with this interview.....I'M Lightning Dust, too, in case you forgot. Also, consider this payback for you disrespecting me, Heart....DON'T make the mistake of doing that AGAIN..."
"Just telling it like it is," Jason replied, taking a seat back down.
"TELLING IT LIKE IT IS!?!?!?" Pony Dust roared. "You're "telling it like it is"?!?! No, what you're doing is painting a FALSE face on me! I'll "tell it like it is"! This chick, is an IMPOSTOR. She may have my name, my mane, my color, but that doesn't mean she is ANYTHING LIKE me. She's a DISGRACE to the Lightning Dust name! She doesn't DESERVE to have the same name as ME, and the fact that she does, is the reason I'm so PO'ED!"
Human Dust and Pony Dust were now in each other's face, as Jason got in between them. "Well, it's actually good you're out here, Lightning Dust....because my next question was going to be," he turned to face Human Dust. "What do YOU think of your pony counterpart?"
Human Dust scoffed. "I've heard the stories....how she almost killed the pony versions of some of my BEST human friends, all to get her own name on the MAP, and to turn the pony version of Rainbow Dash into a TRAITOR of a friend. She rubbed it in her face that she was the LEADER, and that Rainbow Dash was the equivalent of a SIDEKICK. I don't understand HOW or WHY she thought that would make her any friends of her OWN, or HOW that would help her accomplish her dreams, or HOW she would be able to get away with his despicable actions. I think she's just bitter about events that happened....what? TWO YEARS AGO? I say, get over it, ya pitiful pile of crap! Stop trying to get your nonexistent point across by interrupting MY interview. I don't even know what your point IS, nor do I CARE. You and me may SHARE the Lightning Dust name, but I am the more respectable, the more proud, and the more SUCCESSFUL Lightning Dust! You're right about ONE thing, though....we are NOTHING alike, and I thank GOD for that. The LAST thing I want is to be ANYTHING like YOU."
The audience erupted into applause once again, as Pony Dust was seething on stage.
She didn't speak another word, but she replied by spitting in Human Dust's face.
The crowd "OOH'D" in response, and Jason couldn't BELIEVE things had boiled down to this so QUICKLY.
Human Dust used a sleeve of her green jacket to wipe the spit off her face, before tackling Pony Dust into Jason's sectional.
The crowd erupted into a chant of "FIGHT!", as the two Dust's brawl spilled out out the stage. There was mane-pulling, clawing, and biting before Jason got in to try and separate the pair, which resembled a duo of panthers fighting over a raw steak.
For his troubles, Jason got bucked in his junk by Lightning Dust. He fell to the ground in an even more immense pain than he had felt last week. Last week, it just burned, but this week, everything stung like the stingers of 25 hornets.
Human Dust had the upper-hand, until Pony Dust jumped on her back, pulling the hood on her jacket over her head, and slamming her now covered head onto the stage until she was knocked out.
Satisfied by her work, but still fed up, Lightning Dust left the stage to a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd.
Ellington cheered the most, of course.
A New Show is brought to you by....
Meanwhile....
Backstage.....
To his dismay, Flash Sentry had not eaten the churro, either. Fred could tell because he would've been able to smell the cinnamon on his breath. He still got to knock him out with a Swiss roll for craps and giggles, though.
As he walked down the hall, he caught the most glorious scent of his life. It was coming from the room adjacent to him. Fred walked up to it, and saw the gold plated "Toby" etched across it.
The head honcho, huh? Fred thought. Nah....COULDN'T be him..... He still decided to walk into the main character of A New Home's dressing room anyway, just to be sure.
When he walked in, he saw human Sunset Shimmer handing Toby a glass of milk, as Toby closed a door on the microwave. When he turned around, he gasped, dropping his glass of milk on the floor, it spilling it's contents all around. Toby shivered in fear, handing the plate with a hot, steaming churro to Sunset Shimmer, hiding behind her.
Fred's right eye twitched, as he approached Sunset Shimmer.
She grinned sheepishly. "Uhhh....hi, fred."
Fred spoke quietly at first. "Is that....what I THINK it is?"
"Uhhh....yes," Sunset Shimmer replied. "It's a churro....want it?"
Fred picked it up without asking, going right to the sides of it. What he saw, made him stone-faced.
He, without even looking at her, shoved the churro into Sunset Shimmer's mouth, and gently shoved her out of the way. Toby was cowering, as fred knelt down before him.
"Toby...." fred began. "Now, tell me the truth......WHY do you have Churrostin R. Churro with you?"
"I-i-i-...I was hungry, Mr. fred. A-a-a-and....and there was n-n-n-n...nothing to eat.....please forgive m-me...me."
Fred stood back up, looking at Sunset Shimmer, still emotionless. "And you just....let him TAKE Churrostin FROM his casket?"
Sunset spit out the churro, beginning to wipe it off with a napkin. "It was the only thing we could find for him to eat, and it just...looked SOOOO gooodd.....fred, PLEASE don't be mad at him! H-he...he didn't mean i-"
Fred shoved the churro back in her mouth, warning her not to speak. He snapped his fingers, letting Toby know he should stand up. Toby complied.
"Next week," fred continued, still expressionless. "You're going to be on the show, little guy....the fans have asked for it, and I think it would be MOST appropriate to give them what they want....lessons must be learnt, and yours will be learnt next week.....in the meantime....go eat a Ho Ho," he finished coldly, simply turning his back away from Toby, and walking out of his dressing room. Slowly. Methodically. With purpose.
Toby crawled up on the couch next to Sunset Shimmer, as she had spit out the churro once again, cleaning it off. Toby couldn't help but worry, as he and Sunset Shimmer embraced.
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