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Barnon E. Morse is a Deep Space Asteroid Miner & Junk Ship Scrapper. Since the two have overlapping tools, he'd grabbed both at a 2 for 1 sale on the licenses. Now, cruising through space in his one-man Privateer-Class Vessel, the Ship-Post, he's leaned back in his piloting seat, spun around to face his holo-view, feet are kicked up on the console, demolishing a bucket of extra-buttered buttered popcorn to a cheesy neo-drama about Gorgut the Destroyer & his love life.

His Macrowave dings, signaling that his Four-Cheese and Psuedo-Bacon Burrito is done. Already salivating in excitement, the popcorn is easily forgotten as Anon hops to his feet, eager to rip into his awaiting, culturally-dead mass-produced megameal.

When he pops open the Macrowave door however, he's not greeted with the inside of a Macrowave, nor his awaiting meal. There's some kind of treehouse library, and a small, purple horse staring at him, holding a half-eaten burrito with some kind of purplish glow surrounding it. She's staring back at him with dinner-plate sized eyes, a smear of his lunch on her face.

Bitch ate his burrito.

A Sci-Fi HIE / Anon X Twilight Romance Story, about Anon and Twilight's Microwaves becoming portals between their dimensions; two spergs connected through time and space.