There's no overly complicated intro this time, it's just Star, walking into Marco's room, sitting herself down in a swivel chair, opening Marcos computer and looking for the reviews to last chapter. "Well, guess it's delving into the world of more comments we go. This job is really starting to show its negatives these days... Maybe I can get a pay raise if I do a good job..."

Marco plays his grand piano, reciting 'Everything' by Michael Bublé.

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

"Too sad, Marco won't be appearing in the next episode... Or any other episodes, for that matter. Keep up the good work "

Marco peeps his head out from behind his grand piano, squinting in annoyance. "So you're gonna pretend I don't exist huh? I see how it is. Doesn't matter anyway, because I ain't going anywhere!" he states confidently, folding his arms with a smug grin. He then proceeds to fade out of existence.

Star blinks a couple of times, before sighing in frustration, revealing the large machete in her hand. "Today was the day too..."

"Who do you like most?"

"Depends on your definition of like, my boy. If you mean friend like, then Marco, however if you mean love-interest like, then canonically, it's still Marco. Since this fic ain't canon though, I gotta say that Ferguson's been looking a lot like a snack recently." She bites her lips. "If you catch my drift." Then a couple of winks to the camera.

"(I'm still shortening this cause God damn boy, to the point please. I don't mean to be a dick but damn.) Do you think you'll stumble across a parallel version of your world, one that is nearly identical but with a slightly different history?"

Star slaps on a philosopher hat and monocle, taking out a smoking pipe and lighting it. "It is safe to say that if I did manage to find a world that was identical to this, I would spin my ass around and get out of there. Could you imagine the consequences of entering such a reality where nearly everything is identical? It could very well rupture the space time continuum. If I saw myself, the world would tear itself apart trying to form to exact replicas of one thing. And I mean exact. Down to the last electron exact." She blows out a stream of smoke. "Yes... Indeed..."

"This has been... Science and philosophy, with Star Butterfly..."

"マルコがあなたに襲いかかったら、あなたは豚肉を食べますか?"

"First off, fuck you for making me go and translate this shit. Second off, what does pork have to do with Marco attacking me? Third off, yes. Now go learn some English ya damn weaboo!"

(Again, all of this is satire. Don't like it? Don't read the fic, because this is what happens to everyone.)

"What are you're thoughts on abridged anime?"

Suddenly, a loud siren blares to life, flashing red and screeching rather loudly with the words "ONII-CHAN" taking up half of the screen of Marco's computer.

"Oh god! It's the Weaboo alert!"

"Is the voice Morgan Freeman?"

The weaboo alert shuts down for the moment, and everything returns to normal.

"Listen kid, if I had the budget to get Morgan Freeman in this shitty fanfiction, I'd do it right away, no questions asked. Instead we got the budget version, which is Patrick Stewart. Or what sounds like Patrick Stewart anyway..."

"Like I said last time, you ain't gonna find out who I am anytime soon woman. Quit harassing me about it."

Star, again, gives a middle finger to the air.

Marco fades back into existence, still looking smug. He then sees Star turning off the computer and giving the 'its over' sign. He shrugs non-chalantly and then plays the rest of his song from the beginning.

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