In the glorious exchange of fisticuffs between Star and a bear, loud and powerful orchestral music fills the air, signifying the pure epicness of the situation as the two fought, matching skills blow for blow. Never before had this kind of battle taken place in the history of probably ever, and whilst the duel took place, the ominous voice that haunted Star spoke once more, his voice stronger and prouder than ever.

"Ladies and Gentleman! Welcome to FIGHT NIGHT! Where we determine the best battlers by placing the-"

"Yo, God voice, or whatever you are! The bears dead!"

"What!? How? There's no way!"

There stood a scratched and scarred Star, holding the head of the bear in her hands, and a decapitated, furry corpse laying just behind her.

"Did you do that with your bare hands?!"

Star giggled. "Heh, Bear hands..."

"Hey! Get this chapter started already! People have been waiting long enough!" screams some impatient and rather annoying person who shall not be named because I'm a nice guy.

"Point taken! *Ahem*... And now... Random Comments, with Star Butterfly..."

"How long will you be doing this?"

Star tosses her bear head off to the side and pats the dust off her clothes.

"That's a good question, but if I were to answer directly, I'd say until everyone's pissed off with me for it."

"Again, sorry for the long comments. Which Clown is scarier, Pennywise or the Joker?"

"First off, sorry for being dickish about your long comments, they're just a bit of a hassle, but that's not your fault. Even though its totally your fault. And secondly, do I seem like someone who'd be afraid of clowns? Do I look five to you?"

Suddenly everyone saw a flashback to episode four of season one, where Marco dresses as a clown to cheer up Star, and it is made quite damn clear Star is scared shitless of clowns.

"Fuck you E1337..."

It's a living.

"Did you finally solve for C?"

"Probably. Can't really remember, and I don't plan too!" Star then crab walks out into the distance.

"(Basically the same question from the previous chapter but Marco and Toffee and such fight for their dimensions freedom and Star's a dictator. Again, keep the questions short!)"

"If I were a dictator, you say? Are you implying I could fulfil my long awaited dream, the one I've had ever since I was a child?!"

Star then taps herself on the head and grows a small toothbrush moustache and has swastikas replace the hearts on her cheeks. Then, sprouting a military uniform, she runs into the distance screaming "SEIG HEIL! SEIG HEIL!"

"Ever hear of Team FourStar?"

"The question is, dear child... Should I care? Because no, I haven't."

A quick Google search later...

The Weeaboo alert then kicks in to full gear.

"When are you marrying Marco? P.S: I followed and favourited."

"To answer the first half of you're question, we're both far too young to get married, and I'm pretty sure I'll murder him before I start to get romantic with him. To answer the second part..."

There is an awkward silence...

"...Good for you? I appreciate it, sure, but it's not really something to boast about."

"Who is that voice?"

"For now, just assume that it's God coming to haunt me for being Hitler a couple questions back."

Once all the comments are then read through, Star hears Marco playing his famous Piano, replacing the orchestral song from the beginning of the chapter.

"Well, guess that's it for this part! I'll be back later folks, and sorry for making you wait longer than usual! Till next time!"

The so called "God" then speaks.

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