In the darkness of a tender sunset, Star Butterfly is seen staring over the lowly town of Echo Creek. Watching as impeding vehicles drive through the streets, some with headlights on, some without. The serene beauty of it all was breath-taking, but Star could not help but feel her mind ponder other events. Her life was crashing down, having to resort to making silly half-hearted responses to comments in order to stay relevant under the eyes of her boss. It was demeaning. Infuriating...

She felt the touch of someone's hand fall into her shoulder, she turned, and saw Marco Diaz standing along side her. Without shifting his gaze from the view of Echo Creek, Marco dilly spoke.

"It's time. We need to get ready, before he wonders what we're doing."

Star did not move, only sighed, closing her eyes and thinking of the torture to come. "We'll do it here." She said. "I don't want to abandon this view. It's calming to me. Like a beacon of light in a cave of cold, putrid darkness."

Marco nodded. Then, from the distance, he could hear the soft sounds of piano music playing. The classical tune was played beautifully, the placement of each note was master fully hit with skill and etiquette. Yet the tune brought him sadness.

"And now..." he whispered, a tears sliding down his cheek. "Random comments... With Star Butterfly..."

"Are you actually from Mewni?"

"Well kiddo, if my parents were born in Mewni, got married there, did the deed of life making there, gave birth to me there and raised me for most of my life there, and it turned out I wasn't from Mewni? I'd have a lot of questions, mostly about your IQ points."

"Hey, you're back! Keep up the good work "

"Unfortunately so, young Finn. But Alas, I will stay strong... It this is what it takes to be relevant amongst E1337's fans, then I shall stand the test of time against this torture. For the better, or for the worse..."

The world faded to silence, the soft sway of wind being the only noise to reach anyone's eardrums.

"Oh, and thanks dude, really appreciate it!" Marco chimed in, earning a glare of anger from Star for ruining the moment.

"That would be my exact response to someone telling me they've won."

"Won what? I don't remember any winning of any kind. All I remember is something about your opinion being invalid on something, something related to Marco, I think..."

"Hey, isn't that kinda racist?"

"How can it be racist if I don't know what I'm being racist about?"

Marco thought about that for a second. "Huh... You've gotta point there. Carry on then."

"Gladly."

"iT's EvEryDay BrO wiTh ThE DiSNeY ChANNeL FlOw."

"Your memes are outdated and rather autistic if you ask me. So to oblige to your mentally challenged demeanour, enjoy the sound of my people."

Star then let in a deep breath through he nose, holding it in her lungs before releasing it all at once in one massive screech.

"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-"

And it continued for sometime.

Marco then shook his head, feeling as though his eardrums had burst in a comical fashion. Over Stars screaming, he yelled to the audience.

"Thank you all for sticking around to the end! We hope to see more comments as time goes on! Remember that all insults or opinions made in this fanfiction are satire, and should not be taken seriously in the slightest! Until next time!"

Star still screamed autistically, but the sound seemed to fade out over time, even though she still screeched hard. Her screeches were then over run by some piano music, and a mysterious, ominous voice.

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