Okay. So yeah, this is not a full fic. It is more or less just some crack. Yeah crack!!
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As far as the eye could see, there were hundreds of rabid fan girls. And yes there were fan boys as well. Fake light sabers, key blades, and yes, the occasional "I heart yoai" paddle could be seen from their vantage point.
"Dear God, what have we done?"
"Mike, it could not be stopped. They were going to do it even if…if we had told them from the beginning."
"But Bryn, we can stop this! We can stop the madness!"
Mike tried so hard to get Bryn to look in his direction, but he was already lost.
"Mike…we cannot control this, it's already too late."
"But, it can't be! We can make the fans stop, we can make them…well, less rabid."
Bryn gripped the railing harder; he knew there was no end. The fanfictions were already out; Nick had already screwed over that damn Sozins Comet comic book. The fans were unstoppable now.
"The fans have amassed too many troops. Even our own staff is down there."
Bryn pointed out into the mass of fans, Mike looked down and was greeted with the site of his beloved staff members. They were fighting, fighting with pencils, and artwork. All Mike could do was bite is lip. He wanted to scream, but he knew that would only make the fans more powerful.
"Mike, the end is at hand. Those bastards at Nick have finally decided to air the episodes. The end is at hand."
Both Bryn and Mike looked out upon the battlefield. Both knew that there was going to be much more pwnige to come, more fanfics, and yes, even more hate mail.
"The end is far from over."
Mike and Bryn both turned to the voice in horror.
"Bryn, I'm scared."
"I think I just urinated in my pants Mike."
The voice came from no one other than, M. Night Shyamalan. The battles were far form over; the Shipping Wars had only but truly begun.
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Lol, lol, lol, lol. Dear god I love crack at 4:47 in the mornin'!