[Warning - Skip later part of chapter if you are not into human-pony relations (non-sexual, though it is alluded to), or romance. Please not this will not turn into a clopfic. The most I would do is write a side story that is clop... but that is not very likely.]

"Greetings, my children," Black Jesus chirped, sitting in his usual seat by his fireplace, "it's time for everyones favorite part of the new chapters, Black Jesus's fan time!"

"Anyways, I'm here with everyone's favorite superhero, 60's era Spiderman."

"And this superhero, quite frankly, doesn't give a fuck about any of you." Spiderman stated coldly.

"Anyways, my friend MarineMarksman has been feeling a little demotivated recently for... private reasons..." Black Jesus stated.

"And, for once, I actually give a fuck. So, I want you guys to post images to cheer MarineMarksman up and motivate him to write better." Spiderman ordered.

"You guys say you support those who serve? Time to support. Through hilarious gifs and images." Black Jesus said.

"And in turn, you will be gifted will more mind fuckery." Spiderman said.

"Well, we won't hold you back any longer. Now, we present you Chapter Nineteen. Enjoy!" Black Jesus stated, as he waved goodbye and Spiderman gave the viewers the one finger salute.

Charles Foster Ofdensen, the manager of the death metal band Dethklok, walked into Mordhaus's dining hall, where the members of Dethklok were sitting around casually, waiting for their dinner. There was Nathan Explosion, the frontman and lead vocalist for Dethklok. There was also Skwisgaar Skwigelf, Dethklok's lead guitarist, Toki Wartooth, who played the rhythm guitar, and Dethklok's drummer, Pickles. And last but not... well, actually, probably least, Dethklok's bass player, William Murderface.

"Alright guys, I know you guys have been... hesitant, to play shows... and you have destroyed our newest album, sending the worlds economy down the toilet, but I have a request from Black Jesus that we play at a show to support his rebellion against an unjust government." Charles stated.

"He sounds like a total didlo." Murderface stated.

"Yeah, he said you would say something like that. That's why he said you get choose how to execute the Princess."

"Whoa! A princess?" Toki inquired, his face lighting up like a child on Christmas.

"Is shes hot?" Skwisgaar asked.

"Well... she's a colorful talking pony." Charles stated.

"Like on my little disemboweled pony lunchbox?" Toki asked, showing off a lunchbox with the image of a pony with its guts torn out. Ironically, the pony looked like Princess Celestia.

"Actually, yes Toki." Charles said.

"Really?" Toki asked, his face lighting up even more, like a metal fan at one of their concerts.

"Yeah."

"That's cool..."

"So... is this something you would all be interested in? It would a worthwhile investment. This is an entirely untapped market that-"

"We're only interested in executing the princess." Nathan said, interrupting Charles, "and it's going to be the most brutal execution EVER!"

Meanwhile, in a secret military installation, the Tribunal, Dethklok's opposition, was meeting.

"It would appear that Dethklok is playing a concert in the nation of Equestria in support of Black Jesus's rebellion against Princess Celestia... this could be a political disaster waiting to happen." Senator Stampingston stated.

"Princess Celestia is the biggest importer of weapons from the United States. If she goes down, the United States economy would shrink even worse than it currently is." General Crozier stated.

"We've called in an expert on ponies and Dethklok, a Dr. Lauren Faust." Stampingston announcing, making way for a red headed woman in a long, flowing dress.

"Ponies have lived in Equestria for thousands of years, having the ability to fly without planes and use magic. They are led by two princesses, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. In recent time, the leadership was split up in a civil war. The rebels, who are led by Black Jesus and Princess Luna, have invited Dethklok to support their cause through there music. Now, imagine if you will that these colorful, peace loving ponies turned into brutal, gore loving metal heads." Lauren stated.

"It would be an economic and political catastrophe. I have ground forces ready to support the Equestrian military in this rebellion. I recommend we send them in and end this rebellion right now." General Crozier suggested.

"No..." Mr. Salatcia hissed, "we mustn't get involved. The risk would be too great. We must watch from the sidelines..."

"Ugh... my head..." Rarity complained, having awoken in Bruce Campbell's bed with a massive hangover.

"I know that feel..." Bruce muttered sleepily, climbing out of his bed and stretching, "So did we...?"

"I think so." Rarity confirmed, her cheeks turning a brilliant shade of crimson.

"By the Spice... I swear I promised myself that I would dig into that delicious flank of yours without getting you drunk." Bruce stated, looking down at his feet shamefully.

"Oh jeez..." Rarity muttered, before crawling over to Bruce and hugging him around the waist. "Tell you what darling, cook me something that will get rid of this headache, and I will give you that chance."

"Whoa, seriously?" Bruce asked, kind of shocked by this turn of events.

"Mhmm." Rarity confirmed, nuzzling up against him and sighing contently.

Bruce smiled warmly upon her, before chuckling lightly to himself. "How many of our friends are waking up in the same bed together?"

Almost on cue, a butt-naked Black Jesus yawned and stretched in his bed, before rolling out of it. He looked over his shoulder, and the sight before him almost made his heart melt. There Princess Luna lay, in the most adorable pose ever.

"By the Spice..." Black Jesus muttered to himself.

"Hmm?" Luna muttered sleepily, before poking her head up from under the covers, "did we miss something?"

"No. You just looked..." Black Jesus began.

"Stunning?" Luna finished for him.

"I was thinking more along the lines of adorable, but stunning is good enough. You are truly the greatest example of beauty that Old Spice has to offer." Black Jesus stated, getting all of you to D'AAAAAAAAAAAAAW. Don't deny it...

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" Someone shouted in the distance.

Luna giggled to herself. "That was pretty corny. Sweet, but corny." Luna said with a snarky smile.

"Well, when the son of God tells you are the best example of beauty in existence, he likely isn't lying." Black Jesus pointed out. "Come on, let's go get some breakfast."

"We could not agree more." Luna chirped, tossing Black Jesus his robe. Black Jesus quickly threw the robe over his head, smiling in delight upon smelling it's permanent scent of males scented body wash. Luna dashed past him, eager to get to the breakfast that was awaiting them. Black Jesus chuckled to himself and calmly followed her, looking forward to yet another day that exists only because Old Spice let's it exist.