"Well, here ya go!" Ponyville's local sewer repair pony, hmmmm...., said...
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Pinkie, knowing how to read text behind the wall, was informed of the lack of a canon sewer repair pony.
"I don't think Ponyville has a sewer repair pony, Somepony... or Arthur, whatever you said your name was," she replied, seemingly to nothing in particular.
The AUTHOR, not Arthur, once again found a genius way to tell the pink pony that it didn't matter, and that he only needed a name. He simply expressed his words as actions in the story, and Pinkie would read it through the fourth wall and reply. He had no need to use dialogue, as he wasn't actually talking, just typing. The author took a moment to admire his creativity, and wondered if anyone on the fanfiction site would understand....
"Oh, sorry Author. How about Cloggy Pipe?"
The author then expressed the fact that it would do, and continued the story.
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"Well, here ya go!" Ponyville's local sewer repair pony, Cloggy Pipe, said as he handed Sophie the basic equipment needed to repair and replace segments of sewer pipe. "Depending on how well you work, you get anywhere from 10 to 15 bits an hour, got it?"
"Yes sir," Sophie replied.
"Good. Today we've got a huge dilemma on our hands. One of the main pipes over by the library is slowly deteriorating. You are going over there with a few other workers to patch it up, so to speak. Oh, and wear this," Cloggy said, tossing a waterproof suit in Sophie's direction. "Did I forget to mention you will be knee-deep in sewage and waste?"
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Meanwhile, in the bathroom of the library, Spike grunted in pain as he found out why it is a bad idea to swallow magical books.
Yes, it is highly improbable to be able to poop out a book, but it is important to the story, so Spike was able to do so, albeit painfully. I mean, it's a book, after all. As he did so, a magical shockwave accompanied the dump and traveled down the pipes.
Then, purely to support a case of dramatic irony, Spike said, "Well, good thing that that's going to the sewers."
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Sophie and the other two workers slogged through the waste. While Sophie tried not to imagine what horrors were not tainting her legs due only to a layer of material, the other two were used to their job, and knew very well the disgusting things that they were walking through.
The other two alerted Sophie that they had arrived at the site, and started applying reinforcements to the pipe. Sophie followed suit, fusing plates to the walls and floor of the pipe with her magic.
Suddenly, a wave of extreme shock hit Sophie. There was a bucking GOD on the other side of an invisible wall that controlled everyone's lives, and Sophie had just taken it all in, albeit shocked, but not nearly as much as she should have been. It seemed that such knowledge had a delayed effect, or struck twice. Was it the stroke? Sophie would have lain down to cure a forming headache, had she not been in a sewer.
Then of course, the wave of sewage and poop, fueled by Spike's powerdump and following the wave of shock, came rushing towards them. Sophie wasn't sure which had a more profound effect on her: sudden realization, or sudden poop wave. The other two looked at it in horror. Sophie suddenly had the profound thought that the author, or whatever its name was, was just screwing with her. She scowled as the wave hit and proceeded to knock them up and down the pipe.
Of course, the story wouldn't be able to progress, nor would the title make sense, if the book that Spike had discharged didn't come to coincidently perch on Sophie's head after all had settled.
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Sophie woke up, once again. She was doing a lot of waking up, wasn't she? Well, her purpose as a character kind of revolved around sleeping, so therefore, she had to do a lot of waking up.
Sophie grimaced at the fecal matter covering the suit's visor. She wished that it wasn't there.
It wasn't there.
It wasn't there? How? It just... wasn't.
Sophie stood up and wished for all of the sewage to be gone, and it became so. She took off her now purposeless protective helmet and wished for... a sandwich... with hay and cheese!
A hay and cheese sandwich appeared. It was only then that Sophie noticed the book on the rounded floor of the newly clean pipe. "Inspiration Manifestation" the title read. Upon finishing her sandwich, she picked up and opened the book and read a few lines off of the slightly... eaten-looking pages. Sure enough, all of the knowledge within the book was within her as well. The thing must have landed on her head after she had been thrashed by advancing feces.
She looked up. "I don't get this. Why did you give me this power?"
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First of all, the author was not above Sophie, but around her. It wasn't like he was a god, so why was she looking up? Second, the author admitted that he hadn't exactly thought this entirely through, and that he had done this because of a writing prompt involving the spellbook. He decided that the reason was because he had said so, and that she should just screw around with her new power until he came up with a resolution. Also, he congratulated her on successfully reading text behind the wall.
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Sophie replied to seemingly nothing in particular, "Alright then... I never thought of you as short sighted. If I just goof off with the power for a bit, you will make things progress, right?... Oh, and thank you."
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The author told her that that was correct... more or less, and that Sophie was welcome. He then grumbled at the automatic indent function... Sophie did not need to worry about that last statement.
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Sophie spent a brief moment wondering how an automatic indent function would work... like, how does your magic automatically make indents in your text... even when you don't want them? She then returned to dinking, as she had been instructed to do. She then knew what the author would want her to do. She willed up a giant pile of money. She could have sworn that she could feel the author smiling at his cleverness regarding plot resolution.
She then turned a few buildings into giant rabbits and dug a bunch of glass-walled holes. She returned to the sewer for a game of bowling... 4-dimesional bowling!!!! She gave the hospital all of the money, and willed up an extra floor just to be nice.
It was then that Pinkie ran up to Sophie and yelled, "The author knows what to do now!"
Sophie landed, and Pinkie leaned in to whisper in her ear. Suddenly, Pinkie's tail twitched, and everything went black.
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Pinkie was instructed to lay pages 4, 7, 15, and 28 on Sophie's head, as was the brand new genius plan, which would then be followed with an older plan that had needed to be connected before it was presented, and the new plan would do just that. Oh, and Pinkie would need to put a special piece of blank paper on Sophie's head too, which the author would provide. It was placed just below.
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Pinkie reached through and grabbed this special paper, and the author sewed up the tear her hoof had left with some pluses, because they looked like stitches. It was an aesthetic thing.