(Just a little something while I finish up the next chapter, and because it's April. I fucking hate April!)

"You're fired."

"Wh-what? Why?"

"Because you just fucked several of the actors, without permission, while the camera were rolling, without protection."

The office room held a long meeting table, long enough to hold thirty chairs which were all occupied. A stern man in a billowing cloak sat at the head, sunglasses blocking anyone from guessing where he was looking.

"It, it, I, they wanted to!" said the teen in his defense.

The man looked over at a pink haired alicorn and a purple unicorn.

"Miss Twinkle and Miss Sunny, did you agree to any sexual contact with the actor DuBrony?"

Both ponies shook their heads, glancing fearfully at the human teen.

"I think it's safe to say they don't..."

"THIS IS BULLSHIT!"

The teen now known as DuBrony jumped from his seat and ran towards the exit, just as the local officer walked in, wearing Roman armor.

"You're going away for a long time, to the rape dungeon!"

A trial of deodorant followed as they swam out the window, into the horizon. The man in the chair just sighed, holding his head in pained frustration.

"How did I get this job?"

Three employers sat nearby. The first one said:

"From your amazing directing skills and intelligence?"

The second said:

"Because you are loved by everyone and everything?"

The third, who was bored and resting on his elbow, replied:

"Because you have a horrible taste in fandoms and crave attention so you started writing hoping to noticed?"

That man went flying out the window and crashed to the ground several hundred meters below. That man was you.

Author's Note

I'm getting to the next chapter, sheesh. If I rushed it then it would be terrible! Well, more terrible then it already is. Plus I have to account for all the casualties that his story has caused. Like Dick-waffle. It's kinda hard explaining his death...