Amending (some seriously broken) Fences

It was after the final bell in Dr. (yes a doctrine certified and he taught at a high school) Whooves' AP literature class, when we made our move. As the other's packed their bags and headed off to do who knows what who knows where. I sat in the back of class room. Gilda was a few desks ahead of me, as was my other good friend Twilight Sparkle, all of use kept our eye on Dr. Whooves as he packed his papers up in his briefcase. He seemed to notice what we were up too.

"I know today's overview and analysis on The Odyssey was...enterprising. But I have to ask why you all can't be bothered to take the assignment home." He said as the three of us tilted our heads up at him, we only shrugged and and got back to "taking notes," before Whooves took his briefcase in hand and made for the door. "We'll I'll see you tomorrow...you know the rules; out by five-thirty, and lock the door when you leave."

"Yeah, yeah," was all Gilda could say to him, keeping up her image of being mildly interested. As soon he was gone we stuffed the books back into our desk and the three of us made our way into the back storage closet. No it was NOT to do what you may be thinking, as much as getting it on with best friend and girlfriend in the classroom closet sounded quite...Hot, no the reason we went into that closet was more...Practical.

"Are you sure he had an entrance here?" Twilight asked feeling around behind the walls of the closet as did Gilda and I.

"Trust me Twilight, Mr. Discord may be weird, but you just gotta know how he ticks, bingo." I said as I found a section of wall that felt a little looser than the rest, I gave the wall section a little nudge before it pushed inward like a door. Opening into the narrow passage of the school's maintenance tunnels. The janitor Mr. Discord, for all the uncanny eccentricities he had. One of his more practical tendencies was to have entrances to these tunnels that ran throughout the back drops of the school, in places such as this.

We entered the narrow, dimly lit passage and followed it, the setting not suitable for those with acute claustrophobia as it felt like squirming your way through a hallway more narrow then your own shoulders. "Damn, that janitor must be an ex freak show contortionist." Gilda commented as we finally came to a steel door sealed up with a wheel (like the water tight bulkhead) I adjusted the sleeves of my jacket; grabbed the wheel and turned. Opening the door way to what lay within.

The room was just big enough for there to be what at first glance to the untrained eye, appeared to be a giant deli refrigerator in the middle of the room. It was a black steel box that was mounted on a steel workshop table; The front end a door had a clear Plexiglas side embedded into the steel. Inside the box, a few strange pointed needles began crisscrossing across each other inside, as they did so...something began to take shape.

"Hey Twilight, Gilda, and most of all Peter you made it!" Someone called out to us from a corner of the room. We looked to see a slightly chubby guy with a crop of brown hair seated behind a computer terminal checking the machine's work.

"Hey Chowder," I said to him as he reached into his snack stash for a few Mr. Goodbars and handing one to each of us.

"Pete I told you, call me Microchip, just like int comics okay?" He said picking up a issue of The Punisher from the early 90's and flipping open to Linus Lieberman A.K.A Microchip.

"Chowder? Don't you know what eventually became of Microchip?" I asked as he went back to his desk.

"I...haven't gotten that far I admit." He said as the large device in the room dinged.

"He was blown up with a rocket in the main universe; had his head blown off by a shotgun by his old friend Frank in the MAX verse, and when they brought him back he had his throat sliced open, that's like if Gilda's code name was Gwen Stacey or Rainbow Dash's was Stephanie Brown, it's practically asking for bad luck to befall them both."

"Ah you worry too much Pete we got bigger things to think about right now." He said his eyes lighting up in delight as he opened a drawer in the table the big machine sat on before opening the Plexiglas window.

"Like what..Micro?" I asked as he took something from the drawer and the machine.

"Let me ask first...do you know what this is?" He said smiling as he tapped the machine top.

"It looks like an over-sized microwave."

"Over-sized?...This happens to a top of the line Makerbot Replicator Z18 3D printer. The website claims it can print a replica of a Tyrannosaurus Rex skull. I'm using it too take our little "Justice League" to new heights." He said still trying to hide whatever it was he had behind his back.

"What uh...what heights are you talking about?'' Gilda asked as she turned from whatever he had on his monitor.

"Merchandising of course!" He said and now we could all see just what his 3D printer had cooked up, In the printer itself was a ten inch figure of pure snowy white plastic, it didn't take much to notice who the face and body was molded after.

"Is that a doll of...me?" Gilda asked taking the plastic visage of her self in her hand.

"Sure is, but that's only the base, feast your eyes on the finished product!" He said happily showing a boxed Gilda doll in his hands. The box was the kind usually used to hold dolls; long cardboard with a plastic window to see inside it, the Gilda toy in the box had been properly painted to have the real Gilda's Purple tank top, her tight blue skinny jeans, and yellowish brown boots. (which had been print sculpted into the doll's plastic itself as opposed to having her boots be a removable accessory) The printer had captured her likeness pretty well actually; the profile was pretty close to the real Gilda's, and the eyes where the same yellow, birdlike shape she had. All in all, not a bad job.

"The toy uses you're standard ball and socket joints for the head, arms and legs, and a peg joint at the wrist for wrist movement articulation. So in some ways she's assembled like a Mattel Barbie or Monster High figure, not to mention Rarity made mini leather jackets for all the figures, the only removable article of clothing. So It's like a hybrid between a "doll" and an "action figure. Ah well hopefully the buyers on the online distribution won't care whether its a girl or boy toy." This comment is what stirred the powder keg.

"Who says I want to be a doll?" Gilda said with a slight glare at Chowder, he instantly gulped hard as he held the box in front of him like a sheild.

"Well...It's just...Dolls, as in girl's dolls, often have multiple removable accessories for starters, the clothes are made and not painted on. Then their's the articulation for our figure, it uses almost the exact same joints as a Mattel brand doll, and then there's the packaging, I had the designers use neutral colors on the deigns, but with the whole..heart shaped horseshoe Canterlot High logo and the use of the term..."Equestria Girls" would most likely classify this as a girl's toy."

"Not that I wouldn't mind that...but let me ask...what's stopping my toy from being a gender neutral thing eh fat boy?" Gilda said as I saw her get up close in chowder's face a fist curling in her hands.

"Now hold on Gilds, there are other features too...LOOK!" He screamed like a little girl as Gilda took the toy from his hand, opened the box up, and took the figure out with the plethora of accessories that had been made for her toy.

"See? You come with two Katanna swords; two sai, a bow-staff, and two nunchucks, get it? The same weapons used by the Ninja Turtles...It was Peter's idea!" Chowder said the crap almost but thankfully not fully scared out of him. I saw Gilda place the sai's in her figures hands and she posed the hands to hold them right in front of the toy's face. It was a cool pose ready to strike, she smiled as she slipped it back in the box.

"I want all them posed like that when their in their boxes;" she said,"and Peter I appreciate the refference but..you know me...you know I like my hardware don't you?" She asked in a cute tone.

"I'll have Chowder draft up the new weapon accessories for you asap hun." I said nervously rubbing behind my head.

"Good, now I do Appreciate the sentiment, but if you're going to make me into a toy to sell for the fans...let's have them decide what kinds of toys for either girls or boys will be, and not tell or force them what kinds of toys they want for what gender...okay?"

"Whatever you say...Gilda." I said narrowly avoiding using the word she hates.

"We're clear on my standards now fa....Chowder?"

"Crystal ma'am...Clear as day." He said readying the next toy to be assembled by the gargantuian; six thousand dollar, 3D pinter