“Octavia?” Lyra said.

She climbed from the lower floor of the boiler room and walked briskly to the voice she hoped she wasn’t just imagining because that would be really annoying. “What is it?”

“I got a letter from Programme Productions.”

“Oh....”

“And I can only think of one thing that means.”

“Yes....”

Lyra tore open the envelope and took out the letter.

“Dear Lyra Heartstrings and Octavia Get a Family Name,

We got you, didn’t we? trololol!

Like a boss, cheesy74.”

“That’s better than what I expected,” Octavia said. Lyra kissed her and it still looks really weird when they kiss like that, can’t they sit or lie down like normal ponies?

“I’m still getting used to you actually doing things,” Lyra said.

“What response am I supposed to give to that?”

“I don’t know. You can go back to whatever you were doing if you want.”

An alarm went off from the boiler room.

“I suppose I should.”

“Hi, Derpy Hooves,” Scootaloo said, because Derpy Hooves appeared. She was hooved a letter.

“Thanks.”

And so she went off to the next house.

“Who’s this letter from... fuck, it’s Programme Productions.” She opened the letter.

“Dear Scootaloo Get a Surname,

We just sent this letter to freak you out.

Eating French toast, Kumara O’MacSon.”

Scootaloo ate the letter and the envelope.

Knock-knock!

“Who’s there?” Twilight said.

Derpy didn’t answer.

“Oh, it’s you, Fluttershy.” Twilight opened the door. “You’re not Fluttershy.”

Derpy hooved her a letter.

“Thank you.”

There was a septagon wipe starting from the outside of the screen and going in to Twilight opening the envelope.

“Dear Twilight Sparkle,

Your performances have been monotonous and disappointing, and we feel there is nothing more we can do with you. As such, you have been dropped from our roster, effective at the end of the current chapter. See the opposite side for more information.

Sorrily, civslave250.”

Twilight looked at the other side of the paper.

“yby abg ernyyl,” it read.

“Looks like Welsh,” Twilight said. “I’ll put it into Google.”

“yby ABG ernyyl,” Google Translate said.

“That’s strange,” Twilight said. “SPIKE!”

Spike ran over from reading second-person clopfic. Wait, it... looks kinda familiar. “How may I help you?”

“You’re good with Internet languages, what does this say?”

“It says... ‘lol not really’.”

“Oh.”

“What is it about?”

“Programme Productions said they were sacking me, but I guess not.”

“Oh. Well, that’s good, I guess.”

“I wonder why they even sent the letter.”

“‘Cause they thought it would be funny?”

“Probably. But why do they even send letters anymore? It’s the twenty-first century.”

“Because letters are more dramatic than emails?”

“How are you beating me in an argument?”

“This is an argument?”

“Yes.” Twilight fell onto the floor like a heavy cat. “I’m losing an argument to Spike.”

“Is that supposed to mean I’m dumb?”

“No. Well, you are dumb, but the point is that I’m smart. I’m used to winning arguments.”

“Well, you have to lose sometimes, right?”

“Yeah, but I’d expect to lose to somepony who’s smart.”

“You’ll live.”

“You can say that, but it doesn’t make it true.”

Knock-knock!

“Who’s there?” Big Mac said.

Derpy didn’t answer.

“Fluttershy?” He opened the door. “There’s something I—oh, you’re Derpy Hooves.”

She mouthed him a letter.

“Applejack!” Big Mac said. “There’s a letter for you!”

Applejack ran down from arguing on the Internet and Big Mac hooved her the letter.

“Aw crap, Programme Productions?”

“Eeyup.”

Applejack opened the letter.

“Dear Applejack Apple,

The Twidash plotline is way more interesting than the Appledash one. Since that’s all you’re good for, we’ve sacked you to be replaced with a human turned pony. See back for more information.

It wasn’t my decision, acutedanger.”

Applejack looked at the opposite side of the letter.

“wx,” it read.

“What’s that mean, Big Mac?”

“It says ‘jk’.”

“Oh. Ah guess Ah’m fahne, then.”

Knock-knock!

“Who is it?” Rainbow said.

Derpy didn’t answer.

“Must be Fluttershy.” She opened the door. “ohai Derpy!”

She hooved her the letter and went off to an adjacent house.

“From Programme Productions?” Rainbow said. “It must be about that raise I’ve been asking them for!”

“Dear Rainbow Dash,

You’ve been sacked. See back panel for further information.

Please just say no so I can know, cheesy74.”

Rainbow looked at the opposite side of the paper.

“No, not really, we’re not insane,” it read.

She went outside and tossed the letter off the edge of Cloudsdale.

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