YTP my little acid trip friends on LSD: Rebellion: Redemption: Recognition: Retribution: Requiem: Resignation: Revelation Recollection: Retirement: Reborn: Rebirth: Rampancy: Rising: Reloaded: Revamped: The Reconing: Downfall: V.2: The Epidemic of Plums!

Sequence 4: fuck it I can’t think of a title

“You shouldn’t kill people for real or they’ll bleed and die!” –My friend’s little sister

“Attention passengers attention, we are now crossing the Iran-Afghanistan Border, and we will be landing shortly.” Mervin said over the café’s intercom.

Meanwhile in Kabul:

The President of Afghanistan checked and quadruple checked the radar readings. Then he made his decision, “Summon the Mujahideen!”

meanwhile in 3questryeh:

The main 3 plus big mac, discord and Kingmandude finally arrived in Manehattan. “so wats teh plan wons we get here spilight twarkle?” Discord asked.

“The plan is simple: Wipe out Weegee!” The lavender unihorn said. At those words all the ponies of manehattan began to masturbate in celebration. Seriously we are talking dick/clit in hoof here.

Meanwhile in the void between realmz:

Weegee sat upon his thrown of aborted fetuses. He knew dat Michael was going after the plums. He should have sent some bitches to fuck Michael up, but deep within, a part of him wanted to die, the part that was still Luigi, the part he thought had died when Mama Luigi was killed by the King’s boi!

back in Afghanistan:

The plum Café landed and the only person qualified to invade Afghanistan, Genghis Khan, lead the way out of the café. The moment he stepped out he had a stroke and died. “well we’re fucked!” Ned said and began looking through his declassified survival guide for “invading Afghanistan w/out the Mongols.”

The Mujahideen showed up on horseback and began to laydown some serious firepower on the café with their AKs. “oh fuck this!” Makuta Teridax said and instantly drowned the entire nation in darkness. When the sky finally brightened all resistance had been slaughtered.

“ok, now to find teh plums!” Michael said as he raised the plum of power and used it magic to call out to the plums.

The ground rumbled, split, and raised, revealing that the entire nation was built on top of a giant golden plum tree! The power transferred from the infinite volume of magical plums into the plum of power. Michael felt the power coarse through him: it was his to controlloloolololoolololololol. “Ok, let’s go back to Equestria where I’m the fastest man in the frillif!”

TO BE CONCLUDED!