Zephyranth sat in her private study reading one of her favorite books. The blood red curtains shook slightly as the breeze caressed them through the open window. After a moment, she looked up from the fanfiction she had been reading and smiled. With a simple thought, she brought the characters from the story to life. As they stood before her, they looked around at the many books, maps and drawings that covered the walls, their faces curious, but unsurprised.

"Where are we?" Deadpool asked as he took an old, tattered book from a shelf and began turning through its pages. "I bet this thing'd sell for a pretty penny on Ebay! Then I could get those golden rocket launchers I've been eyeing."

"You are in the room of the Violet Queen, Mother of All Voyagers."

"So you're the mother of that ship in Star Trek? How hard did you have to push…"

"Don't be so rude to our hostess," Mr. Mxyzptlk said, eyeing Zephyranth with a lecherous glare. "She is clearly a high level being who pulled us outside of our worlds for some reason that I'm sure she will soon explain."

"I did it because it pleased me to do so, no other reason," Zephyranth said, ignoring the old imp's wandering eyes.

"But I was in the middle of…" Pinkie Pie began. "Wait, what was I in the middle of? All I remember was a coffee drinking contest and really having to go to the bathroom. I'd just left the stall and washed my hooves when… I don't know!"

"You had just left the bathroom and then you appeared before me. What happens next will still happen once I return you. It is but a simple matter for one who is beyond the level that is beyond the meaning of be-all."

"Wait, what?" Pinkie Pie said as she scratched her head in confusion.

"I'm pretty powerful myself," Mr. Mxyzptlk said, his brow furrowed and his eyes locked on Zephyranth's face. "Despite all of the things I'm capable of, I would never make such a claim."

"Because your power is not equal to my own. Thus, such a claim would be pointless coming from one on your level."

"I don't really think that's the reason, milady," Deadpool said as he wrapped his arm around the Violet Queen's shoulders. "I think he wouldn't say anything like that because it would make him sound like Ozzy getting religious on stage during a particularly brutal trip."

"Ha," Zephyranth shouted as the humor struck her. "You three are quite fascinating, but I have broken all barriers. Your minds cannot comprehend my existence."

"No, I'm with Wade," Pinkie Pie said, frowning. "I think it just sounds crazy. Like, 'Hey look at me, I'm better than you' crazy; not 'Hey look at this awesome thing I made when ponies said I couldn't' crazy. It's like you want to be the second one but you don't know how, so you end up being the first."

"I dunno, I think it makes her sound kinda cool." As one, the group turned to look at Fry.

"It's Ok," Pinkie Pie said, smiling as she rubbed his arm reassuringly. "To each their own, friend."

"Thanks Pinkie Pie," Fry said as he smiled down at the mare in appreciation. "By the way, I won the Coffee Drinking Contest."

Then Fry threw a handful of dollars on the ground, yelled in victory, and began glowing a soft golden hue before vanishing.

"I'm glad he's happy!"

"I'm glad he dropped his change!" Deadpool said as he knelt down to pick up the money.

"I'm still trying to figure out how this woman comes off making these claims," Mr. Mxyzptik said as he crossed his legs and floated before the group. "I mean, really… I've punched the writers at DC in the face and stolen their scripts, and I still wouldn't make a claim like that."

"I once broke through the comic bars of my book to reach the end," Deadpool said as he pulled his arm from around Zephyranth's shoulders to look at a golden crown on her desk.

"I once made a pie for Lauren Faust! She told me it tasted like oatmeal and I said 'Oatmeal? Are you crazy?' Then she woke up."

"The point is, we've all broken the fourth wall before," Mr. Mxyzptik said. "Some folks on Vs. boards call this a superpower, but really it's just a writing device. It makes sense when taken in the context of our story and character. It's the author's means of communicating with the reader directly through us without having to make notes within the story. Though this device should be used sparingly, if at all, in most situations. Ultimately, regardless of our circumstances, the author is still in control."

"I have read all of your stories," said Zephyranth as she motioned toward the large, oak bookcases around her room. "I have also read all of the stories of the lives of your authors."

"Have you read the story of this author's life?" Pinkie Pie asked.

"Of course I have."

"Tell us something about him, then," Deadpool said as he leaned against a bookcase.

"He is a purple cat from the seventeenth dimension. He was born on a planet made of corn flakes in a universe that is ruled by the Lima Bean Emperor, who conquered the cosmos through the use of his Instant Obesity Ray Gun. He's a rebel. A lone purple cat in a company of green dogs. Despite their differences, they use fitness pads to make people healthy again, without resorting to body shaming. Their motto, 'Big is beautiful, but too big is bad'."

"Ok, I really don't think that's right…" Pinkie Pie said, frowning and rubbing her head as if to try and forget the ridiculous description. "I'm pretty sure he's just a nerd sitting at a computer desk typing about this stuff because of a bunch of threads that popped up on /r/whowouldwin."

"My point is made, little filly. I know so much more than this, and so much more than you."

"How do you know what you know?" Mr. Mxyzptik said, his face now angry and disdainful.

"I am beyond the concept that is beyond the concept of knowing by an infinite amount of degrees. I could explain it to you, but you wouldn't understand."

"I'm willing to bet you don't understand, yourself," Deadpool said as he pocketed a golden watch from the desk drawer he was digging through.

"Oh? And how would you back up such a claim, little chicken?"

"First off, I'm not a chicken. Why would you think I am?"

"I never called you a chicken!"

"But you did…"

"No, I didn't!"

"Enough!" Mr. Mxyzptik yelled. "The author is just messing around with her now. Get to your explanation already, Wade."

"Fine, fine," Deadpool said as he crossed his arms and stood beside the imp. "My explanation is simple. You don't understand anything you say because Lionel Suggs doesn't understand anything you say. Nor does he understand anything he says about you! That guy is the most pretentious…"

"Hey," Pinkie Pie interrupted. "No name calling! I'm sure that Lionel Suggs is a great person."

"Are you saying that, or is the author?"

"Both of us are saying it! Neither of us want to be mean to a guy we don't even know."

"Yeah? Well that doesn't apply to me! I'm all about being mean, so long as there's money involved! And this lady's just sitting here listening to us gripe while I take her stuff! So long as we're griping…"

"Enough with all the exclamation marks!" Mr. Mxyzptik yelled. "It's hurting my eyes! Besides, that guy made me a letch at the start of this fan fic. I'm a lot more inclined to take Wade's side."

"He only did that because he couldn't remember much about your personality," Pinkie Pie said. "He regrets it, but he only really knows you from watching Superman the Animated Series as a kid."

"Hmph," the Imp said, crossing his arms in disgust.

"Are you quite done?" Zephyranth said, cocking her head to the side in confusion. "I really don't know what's caused this sudden outburst, but my private study isn't a good place for it."

"Wait," Mr. Mxyzptik said as he stroked his beard with sudden thought. "If you've read our stories then how could you not know about this argument or what's caused it?"

"I… Of course I know about all of this! I am beyond the concept that is beyond the concept of…"

"We know," the three guests said in unison.

"Look," Deadpool said as he pulled a large, diamond-studded necklace from a jewelry box on Zephyranth's desk. "I'm going back into that fanfiction and I'm going to reenter that Coffee Drinking Competition. This time, that loser Fry won't be allowed to join. If I'd known he could drink one hundred cups of coffee before any of them could pass through his system, I wouldn't have entered in the first place. But seeing as he's now in hyper speed mode running around your house, I don't think we have to worry about him for a while."

With that, Deadpool leapt into the book that sat on the Violet Queen's lap.

"I'm going to reenter, too," Mr. Mxyzptik said, smiling. "This time, I'm going to take a page out of Fry's book and cheat. Then I'm gonna get those golden rocket launcher's Wade's been drooling over and use them to blow him up!"

The spry, old Imp laughed as he jumped back into the fanfiction as well, leaving only Pinkie Pie in the room with the Voyager.

"Yeah," the mare said after a moment of awkward silence. "I think I'm gonna go find Fry. Competitions are fun, but I'd rather be on a sugar high than a caffeine high."

With a happy giggle, the small, pink mare skipped through the doors of Zephyranth's study in search of her stupid friend. The Violet Queen sat in silence for a moment, considering the conversation she had just taken part in. After some introspection, she began a soft monologue to herself.

"Having a powerful character is fun, but describing that character's power has its limits. To say that something is 'beyond infinite' is the same as saying it is infinite. For beyond infinity, there is simply more infinity. The author cannot describe that which they do not understand apart from saying 'this is beyond comprehension'. That, alone, is sufficient; anything more would simply be redundant. But a character can do that which a writer cannot. A character, and their story, can do the impossible. They can achieve the highest levels of power. They can even take on a life of their own. But even so, even if a character reaches true omnipotence, this does not remove the constraints upon the author. For infinity is just a description of that which the human mind cannot comprehend. It is a word used to explain something that may, or may not exist. It is nothing but a concept. There can be no 'beyond' when speaking of concepts, for they, in their very nature, are undefined. They can grow, they can shrink, and they can stay the same depending on the interpretation of the one imagining it. But at a certain level, imagination fails to truly describe what the most powerful of characters experience. Creating words, or making up descriptions cannot change this. For so long as the author is limited, so is their view of their own work. But they keep trying anyway. That is the beauty of art."

The Violet Queen sat on her bed and pondered this for a moment, wondering if her words would ring true in the grand scheme of things. Finally, she shrugged, unsure of her own intentions, but still happy with the outcome. She walked over to one of her four large bookshelves and pulled out a single tome. On its cover was a picture of a purple cat surrounded by green dogs, saluting as they chewed the carrots in their teeth like cigars.