In the darkness of Marco Diaz's bedroom, sits Star Butterfly. She brings herself forward into the light, somehow having grown a full out beard that you only see on a Swedish Viking.

"Hello internet! I'm back again, because E1337 over there decided that he was bored and wanted to torment me some more. It's been almost a year since I replied to anyone's comments, and I think that maybe we should brush off the old piano and start off with that famous jingle. Take it away, mysterious disembodied voice!"

Soft and classy piano music played, filling the room. Then, a random voice that seemed to emanate from all directions spoke.

"And now... Random Comments, with Star Butterfly..."

Star nodded her head nostalgically. "God, I really missed that opening."

"Don't worry about the Islam joke, the only people who would care don't even follow politics, let alone logic."

Star raises a finger in question, squinting her eyes in suspicion. "Okay, now hold on. Politics, I can understand, but logic? Are you saying it's logical for Islamic people to be terrorists? Are you saying that Islam is just a bad country all around? I think someone here might be a wee-bit of a racist! Wouldn't you say, folks?"

"Ending huh? Keep up the good work!"

"I can always count on you for some positive reinforcement Finn, you too dude! As for the ending, forget it, it's gone. Never existed. I'm back, and I'm probably gonna vanish again but I'm here right now and that's what matters, alright!? Now stop questioning me and enjoy my attempts at comedy goddammit! This shit ain't easy, yknow?"

"Game Grouches... Lol. Good work and nice finale."

Star then went wide-eyed, a small smile spreading across her face. "I pleased my creator... Thank you sir..." she said, wiping a single tear from her eye.

"Well, this thing had a good run. Congratulations on finishing the series, keep up the good work!"

"It did have a good run, didn't it? It's a shame that I couldn't leave sleeping dogs lie, huh? Just have to keep beating that dead horse, y'know?" Star then looked out over the horizon, seeing the beautiful oceans and sky, baskets in fading sunlight as she pondered her life.

"...How did I get out here again?"

"But no piano music ;-;"

"Pianos are expensive. Deal with it or leave."

"Oh goodness, I win!"

Star stood up from her chair, miraculously back in the Diaz house. "Like hell you do! I can't exactly remember what we were arguing about, but I will defend it to the death! Get in the octagon with me and we'll see who's the real winner, huh? I'm like a magical McGregor!" she said flailing her arms from side to side for no apparent reason.

She then sat back down, grabbing a nearby cup of tea. "Well, guess that's all the comments we have for now, huh? Now remember audience, if you want me to respond to you, just leave a comment down below, and if you're feeling ballsy, favourite and follow this fic. It's not like you have a reason not to."

Piano music the players once more ominously. The disembodied voice returning once more.

"This has been... Random comments, with Star Butterfly..."