"DAMMIT, PEOPLE!"

A fist slams on a desk. The fist belongs to Lauren Faust, main developer of MLP: FIM. Her and a team of a few animators, writers, and producers are sitting at the desk, trying to discuss their fanbase, which escalated very quickly in the past few months. "There's too much bronies out there!" Lauren exclaims. "What's wrong with that?" Meghan McCarthy, a writer/producer says. "We love our fans!" Stephen Davis, another producer, defends. "I'm not saying you should hate them. The amount of bronies at our last convention was approximately 2,000,000! Let's lower that!" "But--"

Just then, the Overused Meme Destroyer Ninja, a hitman bent on eliminating all the people who are obsessed with overused memes, barges into the office. All he wears is robe with a mask, a mouth scarf-guard, and shorts. "Alright, you guys are bronies. I have no choice." The Ninja raises his trusty machete until Lauren stops him. "Um, we're not bronies,exactly. We're the main developers for the show." "And why else should I not kill you right now?" "We're also trying to lower the amount of bronies out there."

The Ninja has a shocked look on his face. "Lower?! I want every one of them gone!" "No, no, no, I don't want all of our fans gone, I just wanna lower the amount." "Ok. Have it your way. But count me in." "Good, we'll also need some backup." "Ok, I'll call my sidekick, you call some of Hasbro." "Who's your sidekick?" The Ninja then pulls out a radio from a pocket in his robe. "Call in the Queen," he says with a dark voice. Thirty seconds later, she arrives, but accidentally bursts the door down. "I can fix that later." Everyone looks at the Overused Meme Destroyer Queen shocked. Her outfit consists of only red-colored lingerie, a mouth mask-guard and a floating crown above her head, and she carries along with her a staff with an attachable blade hidden in a holster strapped to her back. "Whaddya want from us?"

"We want you to help us and some executives from Hasbro lower the amount of bronies out there," Lauren explains. "How many?" the Queen asks. "1,000,000." "WHAT?!!" she and the Ninja both yell. "Well, you guys are hitmen, so don't 'what' me!" "2,000,000 went to BronyCon." the Ninja tells the Queen. "Oh, by the way," McCarthy interrupts, "Can we address you by your real names? The Ninja and Queen ones are kinda long to say." "We're not supposed to give you our names, but just this once," the Ninja says. "The name's Marcus." "Andrea," the Queen introduces herself. "OK, so, what happens? We just go on a state-wide chase?" Marcus (The Ninja) asks. "No, that'd be too long. We have a teleported that transports us into our own cartoon in case something bad happens." Daniel Ingram, the show's songwriter, explains. "Thats illogical." "But it's true, we haven't used this baby for months." He then unravels a scarf, exposing the machine.

The 2 OMDs were shocked at what they saw. Davis says to them, "We stole the blueprints from Patrick Stewart!" He cracks up for a few seconds. Marcus then asks, "Could me and Andrea give this a trial run while you wait for the Hasbro executives?" Ingram talks with Lauren. "I suppose we could see if it's working." "Let's do it." Lauren tells him. Jayson Thiessen, a director for the show, walks in late, and checks in with Lauren. "Hey, sorry I'm late, I--"

He shockingly looks at the teleporter. "What the hell..." Lauren asks, "Everything OK?" "Why do you have THAT out?" Thiessen says with the continued shocked expression. "I'll explain everything later." A few minutes later, twelve men in tuxedos enter the room. They were the key people who work for Hasbro. "You needed us?" Lauren walks up to the CEO, Brian Goldner. "Nice to meet you, sir." She shakes his hand. "What is that giant thing?" Goldner asks about the teleporter. She whispers everything into his ear. "Oh. We understand completely." Thiessen calls Lauren's name. "I got the background loaded!" "Good! Now go into that other program and click the button that says 'TELEPORT!'" He does so. Marcus and Andrea (The Queen) then teleport, as they feel their atoms breaking apart.