Star Butterfly has been in a coma. Struck down by the valiant efforts of Ludo and his band of misfits. Her fans of her strange fictional podcast thing awaited days... Maybe weeks (I can't really remember at this point) for the next instalment... But alas, it never came...

However, inside Stars mind, she was somehow able to create an astral form that can project into reality (kinda). And with the grace of a gods send, she summons a list of comments from out of nowhere, intending to let the readers know that they were not forgotten, and the insults would continue!

Marco played his grand piano music, it's harmonious sound being a pleasure to listen too. Then, the ominous voice came, his glorious words bei-

"Hey! Chop-chop! We've got a show to run here!" Stars astral projection rudely informed. "I might be half dead, but that doesn't mean you gotta stall this shit. Get a move on!"

What an asshole. Anyway, take it away ominous voice!

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

"Any talents you're good at?"

"Being a pain in the urethra and a fish outta water... Y'know, now that I think about it, those aren't very useful talents are they?"

"Hey, how ya doin?"

"Could be better, kinda in a coma. How about you? Still waiting on those updates for your fics girl!"

"What would you say is you're preferred gaming genre?"

We then cut to Star playing A generic FPS and dominating the living shit out of it. No one stood a chance against her, it was like she'd spent countless hours perfecting her strategies. Something that only a person devoted to he genre would do. She then looks at the camera.

"I actually like kinetic visual novels. I find them to be a lot of fun, and quite relaxing. Especially if they're romance based. "

She then goes back to slaying in Medal of Duty: Advanced Doom.

"I'd love to draw art of you doing this podcast of retardation, how do you wanna look In it?"

"I wanna look fabulous! Put Marco in there, have the Weaboo alert going off! Make it look chaotic and amazing! If I don't see it then I'm going to find you and do some horrible things buddy!"

-Hi, SonicE1337 here! I just want you to know that I really do appreciate that you're offering to draw fanart of my fic! I'd love to see it come to fruition, if it's not too much to ask. Again, thank you!

"If you were in Friday the thirteenth, without magic, how long do you think you'd survive? Or how do you think Jason Voorhees would kill you?"

"If I were in Friday the thirteenth, I'd just shoot myself. No way is a generic white girl like me gonna make it outta there alive. But if Jason where to kill me? Well that's a whole different ballgame. What I think he's do is did member me, limb from limb, but do it so I don't die from it. Then he'd slowly cut away at my abdomen, exposing all my innards as I watch with dying breath. Then Marco would konk Jason in the head and he'd use some ex-machina bullshit to fix me up! Right Marco?"

Marco nods. "Not because I want to, but because without her, the shows fucked."

"I just binged the entire fic and I must say I'm worried about your future subjects."

Star scoffs. "Puh-lease! My future subjects aren't gonna be that bad. Maybe a few memes here and there, but nothing horrible."

Star then hears obnoxiously loud country music being played outside amongst a large group of people. She looks out of the window with hatred in her eyes and grabs an AR-15 rifle. She then proceeds to aim at the crowd and pulls the trig-

"HOLD UP!" Janna intervenes. She then takes the rifle from Stars hands and throws it against the ground. "Way too soon Star!"

Star then looks at the ground in shame.

"(Keep the comments short! How many times do I have to say it for fucks sake!) Did you know Marco is the fourth horseman of the apocalypse? And don't challenge him to a competition of sass... HO BOY."

"Pfffffft! As if! Marco ain't no horseman, let alone someone who'd assist in bringing the apocalypse about! As for the sass thing, he's about as sassy as my mother, and that's really not saying much."

Marco then struts up next to Star, quirking his brow. "Bitch, you realise I've got more sass in my left pinky than you do in yo whole body right? But that's not sayin' much since ya so damn skinny you wouldn't be able to fit any sass in there anyway!" he then walks off with a swing in his hips.

Star just sits there, confused and rather offended. "I'm not even that skinny though."

Piano music then fills the air once more, and Star's astral projection begins to fade away. "Oops! Looks like times up here. Thanks to everyone who left a comment and we'll see you in the next chapter! Buh-bye!"

She then disappeared completely, and Star's comatose body is all that's left. Meanwhile, Marco plays his grand piano once more, and the ominous voice returns.

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