Author's Note

Scyphi ratted her out.

Twilight was arrested for failing to file her taxes, because she instead spent the past nine years writing "What if?"

"FREEZE," Derpy crashed through the wall kool-aid man style with a bazooka slung over her shoulder. "You are under arrest for your failure to pay taxes. Please do not resist, and come with me quietly."

Twilight groaned under the weight of over 1000 chapters having collapsed directly on top of her no thanks to the wall being knocked over having been the same one she set her bookshelf against. "Et tu, Derpy?"

Derpy held her bazooka steady. "The Equestrian Postal Service oversees its own dedicated police force, and as a division of the government that oversees billions if not trillions of bits in mail-in transactions every day, we are authorized to respond with lethal force if necessary."

"What."

"Celestia said I can keep the bazooka I borrowed from the armory."

"Can you let me go?"

Derpy lowered her bazooka. "Will you pay your taxes?"

"I am a Princess of Equestria. I hereby declare that Princesses of Equestria retroactively no longer need to pay taxes on any item or service, ever."

Derpy stared at Twilight.

Twilight forced a smile.

Twilight went boom.