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// Teh epilogue that may or may not be necessary. And things. 
// Story: Octopus Elvis Takes Over Teh World 
// by Pump It Up 
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Celestia heard the screams before the pony arrived to tell her.

“Princess!” the messenger gasped. “They have come!”

“They who?”

“The—the octopi!”

“Wat.”

“They’re horrible!” The stallion gesticulated rapidly “They’re extremely tall, and they’re burning ponies and storing them! I barely escaped!”

Celestia stood, determined. “Gather the Royal Guard. Tell them—”

“You gave them a holiday, remember, sister?”

Celestia blinked and turned to Luna, who had flown in the window. “I did what?”

“You kind of drank too much of Applejack’s cider that she sent you, told them they were incompetent, and gave them a holiday.” Luna rolled her eyes. “Last time I ever let you drink that much.”

The stallion looked on the two with confusion. 

Celestia sighed. “Just get a bunch of ponies willing to fight, and try to get the Guards back to work, please.” The stallion bowed and left, wondering how he was going to be able to when he had a squid on his head.

Wait, squid?

The Space Squid (what else would you expect?) constricted the stallion’s breathing just enough to knock him out, then floated into Celestia’s room.

“Hello,” it said, “my name is Sgeorge Slucas, and I wish to help you defend against the Space Octopi.”

“What?” Celestia stared in confusion at the floating squid.

Slucas sighed. Obviously, the white one (and, assumably, the blue one) couldn’t understand him, which, honestly, he should have anticipated—after all, the language of Space Squid consisted of tentacle flailing and jumping jacks. He exited the room, leaving Celestia and Luna utterly confused as to what just happened.

“They couldn’t understand me,” Slucas said to the rest of his team: the Sbeatles, Selton Sjohn, and Swhitney Shouston. “We must continue with our protection of this primitive race.”

“What if the ponies impede our efforts?” asked Spaul SmcCartney. “Surely we don’t expect them to know our manoeuvres.”

Slucas shrugged. “Just work around them. There’s always random targets in fights that somehow don’t get shot even though they logically should. Although, all ponies are their targets...and so are we.”