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Depends if Pinkie Pie used the "Smile Song" as her primary attack. If so, Quota would explode from the sheer effort of attempting to hold back his intended victim's smiles.

I'm taking it's fitting in a backstory sort of way? …Well, it's better than having "Practice my twerking moves in line at the DMV" be canon, I suppose.

I think for "Tacky," we need a montage. Funtimes It might seem crazy, wearing stripes and plaid Lucentia I Instagram every meal I've had All my used liquor bottles are on display Lightwards We can go to see a show but I'll make you pay Altermind Wear my belt with suspenders and sandals with my socks (Because I'm tacky) Funtimes Got some new glitter Uggs and lovely pink sequined Crocs (Because I'm tacky) Lightwards Never let you forget some favor I did for you (Because I'm tacky) If you're okay with that, then, you might just be tacky, too Nighthound I meet some chick, ask her this and that Like 'Are you pregnant girl, or just really fat?' (what?) Red Well, now I'm dropping names almost constantly That's what Kanye West keeps telling me, here's why Funtimes Wear my Ed Hardy shirt with fluorescent orange pants (Because I'm tacky) Got my new resume it's printed in Comic Sans (Because I'm tacky) Altermind Think it's fun threatening waiters with a bad Yelp review (Because I'm tacky) If you think that's just fine, then, you're probably tacky, too All Bring me shame, can't nothing Bring me shame, I never know why Bring me shame, can't nothing Bring me shame, I said Bring me shame, can't nothing Bring me shame, it's pointless to try Bring me shame, can't nothing Bring me shame, I said Glamour 43 Bumper Stickers and a YOLO license plate (Because I'm tacky) Lightwards Bring along my coupon book whenever I'm on a date (Because I'm tacky) Nighthound Practice my twerking moves in line at the DMV (Because I'm tacky) Lightwards Took the whole bowl of restaurant mints. Hey, it said they're free (Because I'm tacky) Nighthound I get drunk at the bank And take off my shirt, at least (Because I'm tacky) Lightwards I would live-tweet a funeral, take selfies with the deceased (Because I'm tacky) Timeport If I'm bit by a zombie, I'm probably not telling you (Because I'm tacky) If you don't think that's bad, guess what, then you're tacky, too

I….don't think I gave her one. I believe it would be something like "City Guard Chaplain" or "Chaplain on Duty." I kind of think the second one sounds slightly more badchull, but feel free to play around with her title if you think of something better. Also, I found a theme song for Mister Meh.

I wonder if it's possible to write a Glamour post set to this song right here. If no one cares to take the challenge, I might try.

Since I made a vow to finish a four-page essay before I go home, here is the code for Reader's mother, if anyone wants to make this happen. 2S2S002000FE9E9EFFC49D00201775400KN1837217040002Z0A3A3A3FF7FFF02107F3FCC004CB2 Cutie mark: Here's Readers' code (used in the new creator): bd0OR00YOc9/yES05Ri/sqm18371m3b0000////3wVp/C/t//2834UG00430000

I now want this to happen just so we can see the look on Reader's face when he meets his new stepfather.

And here she is, as promised. You can go ahead.

Ponification of Reader's mother coming right up. I'm with Edge here. Either way is fine.

Yes to both. Any second now we'll see Reader's mother charge straight through his panda captors so she can hit her son over the head with her purse and berate him for his life choices.

If Reader were to ask his captors directly, I have the feeling this would be their reply.

I think a timeskip sounds reasonable.

Pretty sure that any word that accurately described those two would be blocked by the forum's profanity filters.

"And lo, the bite of praline Lucentia took was her last, for that bite caused her to immediately gain a million pounds. The human race had no choice but to enlist Mobius to send the Diamond Queen through a wormhole out of Earth's atmosphere. Though Lucentia did manage to use her diamonds to protect herself from the icy cold vacuum of space, she was forced to spend the rest of her life orbiting the planet as a very shiny, very foul-tempered moon. The end."

Lightwards was glaring at her. That wasn't surprising. A lot of people had glared at her. People like Soulflicker and Heracles had leveled that same darkened-eyes look, as if someone had reached back inside their heads and turned down the lights until all their thoughts became darker, blacker, meaner than usual. But there was something special about the look in Lightwards' eyes. Looks like that could say things. Soulflicker's had said I will own you. Heracles' had said Get me out of this chain mail bikini right sparking now or I swear to Calamity I'll— She'd teleported away before his eyes could finish their thought. But there was something deeper behind Lightwards' eyes, something familiar and not at all welcome. Doctor Funtimes' head was buzzing like it was full of mosquitoes, and she tried to think through the buzzing, tried to see what it was inside his head that she didn't like, didn't like at all, what could it be, what could it be? What were they saying? She didn't want to listen. Didn't want to hear what they had to tell her. But she had to know what it was, had to know what about him she wanted gone when she destroyed him. (How would she do it? Concrete shoes at the bottom of the river, maybe? Would that drown him once, or a hundred hundred times? Maybe that would work, but how would she get him to the river in the first—) And then she heard it. Shut. Up. You are going to listen to me for a change. That was it, that was what he was saying, he was sounding like— You are selfish. That's what you are. You have this whole family wrapped around your finger because you can't see past your own nose. —her, he sounded like her and if he were really talking he'd say— She's in Vancouver because you stifled her. Yes. That was what he'd say. Maybe not the last part—no, not the last part, because he didn't know. But he could know, if she gave him time. He could learn and then he could say what she would say, and then he'd know everything, everything she didn't want him to know and say everything she didn't want him to say. Would acid melt him? Silly question. Of course it would, but would it last? Or would the real Lightwards pop right back out of his Lightwards puddle and sit her down and say all the things she had said when she was— She. A giggle bubbled up inside her. She. She she she. The giggle moved up through her throat and past her lips, past her hand while she tried to hold it back. He reminded her of a she. Lighty Lightwards reminded her of a lady. She kept her mouth covered, but the more she tried to hold it in the more the giggle wanted to come out. But she had to hold it back as much as she could, but it wouldn't be held back, but she had to try…. "One last thing before we go, I have a request of you, Doctor." Funtimes turned to Altermind, still giggling. Nathan was looking at her but she couldn't stop. "So that Streetwise isn't able to spy on our covert operations, would you raise a building in Thoughttown like this one? Just ten feet or so to be out of his range. An elevator to travel up into it would also be ideal." He wanted her to show off again and Lightwards reminded her of a grumpy, grouchy, grey-streaked-hair lady. Doctor Funtimes nodded through her giggles.

Is his name Patrick? Because his name should totally be Patrick.

Blargh. Yes, it is. Electro just tried to make friends with Quota and Timeport by killing a bunch of people and allowing one poor old lady to live, correct?

This Epic would be a college student with powers that allow him/her to not only kill a number of students, but with enough followers or strong enough powers that they could take control of the university for a time, all before Annexation.

I'd like a pitch, actually.

He should also be able to do the rippling stomach thing. Just to freak people out.

I told Inexorable he could take Ozymandias if he wanted, so it's all good. Them or the glasses? Talk about a sadistic choice!

I find this odd. Everyone knows that eggplant is the lowest vegetable there is.

Well, the next year, we found ourselves blessed with tomatoes, squash, and melons, so I think we gave our neighbors ideas.

I've never wanted to be a zucchini. However, I do recall one summer when I was eight and my mom decided to grow some zucchini in our backyard garden. We planted quite a few seeds, watered them daily, and watched as the tender shoots grew into full-sized plants that proceeded to take over our yard. Did I mention zucchini grows very well in almost any environment? By the end of the summer, we had more zucchini than we knew what to do with. Literally. We couldn't even carry all the zucchinis in a single trip, because they would be too heavy. My mom found recipes galore, and we were soon feasting upon zucchini bread, zucchini muffins, zucchini casseroles, and even zucchini cookies. But it was not enough. There were still far too many zucchinis for us to eat. There were two options. Option one was to allow all the zucchinis to rot, wasting our harvest and giving us a yard full of rotted zucchinis. Option two: Bless the neighbors. My brother and I went along with our mother on these blessing trips. We would pile a bushel of zucchinis into our minivan, drive the three minutes or so to the library or City Hall or the grocery store, and check to make sure no one was watching. We would then find a random car or two and, once we confirmed the doors were not locked (living in small-town Wyoming, locked doors were a rarity) we would leave four or five zucchini on the passenger's seat. If it was a smaller sedan, we left fewer (three or four) but in larger minivans we left quite a few. I never did learn just how the neighbors felt about being blessed this way. But I like to think they found the same zucchini cookie recipe my mom used. Those things were weirdly delicious.

If you are accepting downvotes to become a zucchini, then I shall help you in this noble goal. Edit: I see this has already been achieved. Take some upvotes, my friend.