Chaotic Hangouts

Chapter 35: We Aren't Comfortable Around Red Hatters

Date: November 28th, 2024

So.. Uhh.. Today happened.. First it was, watching nearly everyone I love and care for die, be brought back to life, and coordinate with millions of pissed off civilians to drive Nacirema off of Yappa Yappa's home planet Bakatoa. Ever since Yappa Yappa was reformed, a lot of visits to his home planet have been made and it's people still recall the horrors of the SDL's tyranny committed on it as well as later tyrannical occupations by Pmurt Nedib, Don Thousand, and some others for brief times. There is no trusting a state anymore in many worlds. Once a state legitimizes a tyrant, it's all over for it. Bakatoa's planetary government almost did that but luckily, the would be tyrant whose name will die in obsurity was assassinated before that could happen. That has led to a messy division that ended when Nacirema took over the planet and its people rose up in rebellion. Even with our help, many of them lost everything and died. Some BRAINS members will remain on the planet to help with its recovery and the establishment of many outside of state networks and systems that will fully replace the planetary government in full. This is all largely painfully standard stuff, I once thought I was becoming numb to all of the death and destruction. No, I was just suppressing my feelings about it or taking care of coping so quickly that it felt like I was getting numb, the latter happening more so later rather than sooner. Im okay now but it still isnt easy, dealing with all of this death and destruction. Its easy to be numb to it until you see it happen in person before your eyes in graphic detail.

But just as my friends and I were getting to recovering from the latest bloodbath by talking to one another as we have been doing more and more often since the chaos that got Ninjago effectively destroyed completely, something strange happened. We were talking in the newly upgraded underground base most of us call home in Miitopia but thats not whats most important to what ended up happening. No. Carlos teases me: "Hey Swift! I heard youre finally getting a accurate depiction of yourself in that 'undead zombie body' of yours over in your world!" By the point he said this, we all had effectively worked through our feelings and I guess the humor just bounced right back just like that until we next confront tyranny. I sweat drop: "Yeah.. I wish I had my memories of this life in my other body. Otherwise, I wouldnt have ended up in the whole chaos of 'I dont even know what I truly look like in my zombie body.. I NEED A REF SHEET!'. *chuckles nervously* This is what mistake pain feels like, isnt it?! And Im not the only one who has made thousands of mistakes! We all have our fair share of literally catastrophic or just plain bothersome errors. One of these days, we have to tell embarrassment to go put a sock in it like we have been doing to despair. Embarrassment isnt helping our missions in the least. But seriously.. I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO WANT TO SAY BUT I DONT HAVE THE WORDS TO SAY THEM THROUGH, WHAT A WOOOOOORRRRRRRRLLLLLLDDDDDD!!" As we continued our exchange, we were all teleported somewhere through a mass teleportation incident. The next thing we knew, my friends and I were standing in the world of Charlie Brown.

I blink several times: "Forget cliches. This is real life. Something brought us here but why? Here we are. The hometown of Charlie Brown, Snoopy, and friends. We are out of place here but who really gives a damn about being out of place? The only times that matter are when it ends up causing violence or something like that.." We hear the blabbering of the off screen Charlie Brown adults from various locations. And then, it only gets stranger. A advertisement plays right in our face. I look at it while Dominic quickly works to get rid of it: "WHY IS THERE A DAMN PESKY AD OUT THERE, SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU DAMN AD! I hate advertisements so much! It doesnt matter if theyre in English, Danish, German, or whatever. I hate them. So annoying." Dominic gets rid of the ad and then, Charlie Brown and co encounter us while on the way to something. Linus speaks: "Uhh, who are they? *cuddles security blanket*" For once, Lucy is speechless: "Are they cosplayers or.. *notes my and Herbsalvin's armor clad selves* cartoon characters- No! That's ridiculous!" Charlie Brown replies: "Im just not sure how to feel about them." My friends and I look at each other and then look back at the famous group of friends with very distinct quirks and personalities. This is so very awkward. Fluffy Afro and The Wacky Clowns suddenly appear with some jungle monster chasing after them. Fluffy shouts: "WHY ARE WE STILL RUNNING FROM THEM?!" Pickle Rick Not An Alien replies: "Because its funny and we're wacky! And we have c h a i n s a w s. *pulls out chainsaw* We're going to cut this monster up real nice.. They have fallen for our trap." Sometimes, Im scared of the Wacky Clowns. Sometimes. Pirate Blaster yells: "*shoots the monster with one of his spare weapons: a flintlock gun* Arr! Are we going to have actual discussion or is this just going to keep getting more awkward?!"

I add: "Yeah, we are getting absolutely nowhere with whatever you want to call this. *tries teleporting back to Mii World* Dominic, my Quantum Leap band is glitching out or something is deliberately keeping us in this universe." Dominic looks at it and tries his own to no avail: "What a nap causation. Classic chaotic hangout situation. It seriously makss me want to really yawn and take a nap because its such a drain. Wait. Through the intersection of science and magic, we will overcome this! Screw adhering to the will of another!" Bray goes over to Charlie Brown and the others to explain everything while the rest of us including a calmed down Fluffy and Wacky Clowns figure out stuff. A few minutes later, we just kind of leave along with Bray. I yell once we get out of there: "Anyone who forces their will upon others must be opposed. Whoever tried to pull one over us, screw you! Kiss my shiny plate armored knightly butt! Thats right! Kiss it!" We are a solidified friend group of anarchists at this point, most of us didnt start out as anarchists but we sure as hell are now. But then, a huge temporary dining table appears in the training room we're in now with a bunch of people sitting at it and theres food and stuff. Barla speaks: "What the hell is even going on?!" Yappa Yappa cackles: "Lets find out!" Theres a bunch of people seated at the table who feel vaguely familiar to me somehow. And yet, I can tell none of them are people I know personally or as cartoon characters I grew up with or whatever.

One of them yells to us: "Come sit down! Theres plenty to eat! In fact, theres actually TOOOOOOOOOO MUUUUUUUCCCCHHH! TOO MUCH EVEN FOR LEFTOVERS! PLEASE HELP ALL OF US EAT THIS STUFF!" I speak: "I dont like this. Nor do I want to eat anything they have set out, not even the corn, one of the one things they're offering that I would eat. We have our own food and just ate while working through our emotions earlier. Eating can help us deal with things as long as we arent buffeting the food. But at the same time.. I have to eat a lot more in this body. But this situation is too strange and confusing. The confusion and mystery are a turn off. The strangeness is too but not as much." But even I am forced to relent eventually and find myself sitting down at the table. In defiance, I create food with my Artist's Eye and eat it instead because I can still do that sort of thing. However, I notice that a few of the people we're sitting with are wearing red or pink in some cases baseball caps forwards with certain white letters on them. Myself and several others start to shift uncomfortably in our seats while we secretly get word that many of our comrades are in confusion and uproar about this bizarre situation. After some time, Barla stands up and points at the hat wearing people, choosing to ignore our setting for now. She breathes. "My friends and I aren't comfortable with the likes of these people. You either include us or them. You have to choose. They support a man who seeks to create so much pain and suffering under the guise of making his nation 'healthy again'.

One of my friends will have to live with that and try to survive it in another body. I dont talk like this often but I must. Some people including them claim that the perspectives of people who fully and loyally support that man must be respected and they must be allowed to share their perspective. But no, that cant be done. Hell no." I stand up myself and add: "Its taking our self control to stay mostly calm as we exist in the currently same location of supporters of that man. It would be one thing if that man has never spouted hatred against other people because his base largely loves that crap. It would be another thing if many of his supporters didnt genuinely hate people like us. We hate to interrupt this moment but Im sorry.. We cant tolerate being around them. Like Barla just said, it's either us or them. We're the 'intolerant left'. We dont tolerate hatred/bigotry towards many groups of people aka every group who is marginalized. But we also want everyone to have universal healthcare, to always have acces to food, water, shelter, clothing, heat, electricity, ect, have more than enough experts on hand to resolve issues like the mental health crisis, and more. We want everyone to be happy and free of bigoted thinking which stands right in the way of our dream. A truly happy person is far less likely to hurt someone who is different from then. Bigotry actually also hurts those who expouse it, even if said bigotry is incredibly casual, spoken as if it's not a big deal by bigots.

I have put up with this insistence on tolerance no matter what from even my own family for several years now and its so uncomfortable getting along with supporters of that man when the fact that they support him is always lingering in my consciousness when I interact with them. We are staying cool because no one takes the likes of us seriously when we get angry in conversation or social media posts apparently and because its best to speak calmly in this kind of situation. I feel as though when I speak with anger on social media even if its hardly there in my wording at all or in person, my family is more concerned about having me calm down than actually listen to me. This isnt healthy. And part of why we just cant tolerate these people wearing red or pink hats to show their support of a man who has made up things about immigrants in a small midwestern city that no one hears about ever. We just cant. He has caused so many people to be hurt and some of his supporters are literally out for blood and as someone whos queer, Im on their long list of tens of millions if not more targets. If you think Im making this up, allow us to show you the truth. The unabridged truth without bias from the left or right. The truth that-" One of the red hatters yells: "Shut up! We're trying to enjoy Thanksgiving! We dont need your angry wokeist tears today! He will make our country-" "No. The likes of you always want to berate people like us. We need to speak too. If you cant accept that, maybe it's you who should leave.

Bigotry towards any group is unacceptable and that includes bigotry towards immigrants and anyone else seen as different in the society you cling onto so desperately as if its constantly under threat from the very people it hurts and tries to snuff the individuality and community of. The society has no true sense of harmony, support, community, or revolutionary spirit. I know that because it has hurt me but not nearly as bad as it has hurt other people." But me, Barla, and none of our friends wouldnt be able to get anymore words in as chaos ensued because the red or pink hatters couldnt accept that we have very different viewpoints from them and dont feel comfortable around the likes of them. And we didn't even bring up the twisted imperialistic colonialist nature and origin of Thanksgiving. "SHUT UP SHUT UP! YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THE REAL PROBLEMS OF OUR GREAT COUNTRY!" "BUT YOU MUST CO EXIST WITH US AND LISTEN TO OUR VIEWPOINTS EVEN THOUGH WE DISAGREE! CANT WE JUST BE FRIENDS?!" "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IMMIGRANTS DESERVE NO HATE, THEYRE TRYING TO STEAL OUR JOBS!" They just kept yelling at us. One of the other individuals we didnt know who suspiciously resembled a family member of mine who self identifies as a moderate yells: "THATS ENOUGH! LETS ALL JUST GET ALONG AND ENJOY THANKSGIVING!" Another one who looks kind of like one of my centrist family members replies: "You know, I cant deal with these people with the red hats and all that either. Its exhausting to deal with them in my own family, trying to get along while avoiding our disagreements completely..

They dont want things to get better for us, they only want things to get better for themselves.." "YOU DARE REJECT MEMBERS OF YOUR OWN FAMILY BECAUSE THEY WEAR THOSE RED OR PINK HATS AND SUPPORT THAT MAN WHEN ITS BETTER FOR EVERYONE TO JUST GET ALONG?!" My friends and I get up. Dominic yawns and says: "Bye." Bray sends the red and pink hatters away before sending the rest away separately. By this point, some of our other friends have joined us too. Minglow Bats speaks in his usual deadpan dull voice: "That was not a very enjoyable experience." Charlie Brown adds(Bray didnt send him or any of his friends away. Even though Lucy can be really annoying, she, Charlie Brown, and the others are easy to get along with at least in general.): "Good grief.." But before anything else could happen, I felt pain in my stomach and down there in general. Its so bad that I yell: "Crap! I really gotta go! I will be back as soon as I can! And no, I wont fall into the toilet! Dont worry about me!" I sort of ran off for the nearest bathroom in the base which we are still in in case the chaos somehow made you get confused or forget that we're still inside of it. After doing my business, flushing, and washing up, I returned to the others only to find them gone. "Uhhh.. Did I really take THAT long?! No, that cant be right.. *checks time* I was actually fast for my usual time spent sitting on the toilet! Where did-" Suddenly, a grab icon from Roller Coaster Tycoon picks me up using my red knight's plume that I have inserted into my helmet to take me to a whole other location.

Pizza Island. My Tomodachi Life island in the Tomodachi Islands region of Mii World. How did I figure out that thats where I ended up? Thats the funny thing. I didnt realize it right away. Instead, I just ended up on stage in the music hall on the island along with my friends and everyone else who was at that weird feast at one point or another. Someone yells: "Good! The last one is here! Begin!" A musical style of music begins playing and well.. we were all forced to sing or at least they tried to make us all sing. I didnt know that at first but then, words began popping up for us to sing. I still refused to at first and so did my friends. "Oh, what have we done? We fought on Thanksgiving. That was a really bad idea.." Someone hits my friends and I so hard that even I felt it despite wearing my extremely heavy armor. Actually, I dont feel the pain because I stopped feeling pain 3 months ago, I only felt the force. The voice from before yells: "Sing or I will keep punishing you!" We still refuse to sing. So they just keep trying to beat us up in order tp comply while whatever is even being sung continues to be sung. "No, we didnt have to fight. Toxic politics can only end when everyone chooses to get along to listen to another's viewpoint. Even if someone wants to kill a marginalized person, their viewpoint is valid and must be listened to without judgement. Killing intent should always be tolerated so everyone can get along." My friends and I, not taking that crap anymore start singing loudly and abnoxiously and snag microphones with mic stands from backstage through Carlos of course.

We pull out our respective instruments, I use my Artist's Eye ability to create a long table and cups of waters with big red plastic straws on them to go on the table. I pick one up after putting my guitar down for a few seconds and drink enough to do something very funny. I start moving the straw up and down while holding it up to one of the microphones to help disrupt the BS song partly about establishment centrist positions that are only courting the far right and getting the center to keep abandoning and disrespecting trans people with the funny noise you can make with such straws. The others join in before we start playing a chaotic fusion of death metal, comedy rock, jazz, and funk metal. And we start singing for real. "What does it take for us to be taken seriously? Must we be funny just to be acknowledged as worthy of having screentime and actual care from society? Getting along with everyone is a dream but havent you heard of the paradox of tolerance, a paradox solved by the fact that the intolerant break the social code that exists for tolerance and exist outside of it? A tolerant society must tolerate others but it cannot tolerate the intolerant. We have tried to get red and pink hatters to listen to us but they shut down and refuse to give us the time of day. We know that theyre hurt and afraid but how can we help them when they reach cultist levels of fanaticism? How can we try to tolerate them when their guy has quite literally allied himself with people such as a tech bro weirdo who thinks cisgender is a slur against..

we all pretend to check notes* society's definition of normal everyday people who have no inclination of being anything other than the gender they were assigned at birth? Must we sing so terribly for people to see us as worthy of getting time to speak? They keep demanding us to get along and share social spaces with people who want us to suffer because of serious BS they made up or ended up falling for without doubt or question? Its the billionaries who are really at fault but until they get stripped of their power, we really can't comfortably exist with red and pink hatters." The backstage crew cut our mics so we literally just start yelling what we want to say at the same time: "They want us to listen but they wont give us the time to share our own points of view without mocking or disregarding us. Consideration is a 2 way street! Just look at those smug scumbags, thinking theyre so high and mighty that they might as well be stuck up out of touch medieval European aristocrats who want to sit on golden toilets all day every day! They think they're so much better that the only opinions that really matter are theirs along with the opinions of those who quite literally want people like us dead, gone, and erased completely! We're just seen as misfits to be ignored, yelled at, or laughed at when we dare open our mouths about our oppressors! Can you believe the clownery of this crap?! We bet they laugh in mockery of us once a day because theyre supposedly so much better than us! Oh whats that? They demand that people be infected by disease indiscriminately?!

Well, who would have guessed?! Theyre a bunch of self indulgent sadists after all! Youd think civil society would know to toss them out like the trash theyre worse than but civil society doesnt do that and panders to them instead. Thanks a lot, Overton Window shift to the far right! Hate is truly 'normal' in society now like it was during Jim Crow! What is it, an abridged series now?! Yes it is! Society is an abridged series now and its only going to get more ridiculous from here on out until it ends the world or finally grows a pair and kicks the everloving crap out of systemic bigotry! Look at us! We're radicals because we want things to get actually better and have equal rights for everyone! Oh! How so radical! Look at us! We're so 'baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddddd'! We must be so evil and despicable as to believe that you cant judge someone based on the groups theyre a part of or what they look like or that people deserve full access to the things they need to survive without having to grind their butts at terrible jobs to earn even just the slightest bit of that access!" We keep being disruptive and chaotic. Seeing some of the stage crew run in to try to stop us, I twerk my fully armored butt at them and yell: "Look at us! We're freaks they claim deserve no rights or happiness!" A fight ensues but ends when all of them are easily knocked out through our efforts. And then, a bunch of miis originally of Pizza Island who werent already on stage burst into the building out of nowhere. One of them yells: "Friends! You can leave now! Our building is ours again!"

And thats exactly what we do but the likes of the red and pink hatters, having not been sent away chase after us with some of them yelling: "WE DEMAND YOU CELEBRATE THANKSGIVING WITH US, LETS ALL GET ALONG EVEN THOUGH WE DISAGREE ON WHO DESERVES HUMAN RIGHTS!" Pizza Da Hutt suddenly appears, alive once again only to suddenly explode, sending pizza everywhere. But before anyone could react, we all stop moving for some reason as a video advertisement in German plays. "*something something something something*" Me, knowing what was going to be said after all of that manages to yell: "AH, ANNOYING AND SHOULDERS." But it wasnt the only annoying ad to play. Next.. "*singing* What the world needs now is" Me again: "NO MORE ANNOYING ADS. NO MORE. NO MORE." And then another ad played: "I can be 100 investors at once. On-" Me once again: "ANNOYINGToro BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH." After that ad ended, we could finally move again and stop moving to face the red hatters, pink hatters, and others extremely intent on being annoyingly insistent on overdone civility that literally ignores intolerance and bigotry in favor of a misguided view on society. Yappa Yappa almost pulls out his pitchfork on our pursuers but several of us stop him from doing so. Pickle Rick Not An Alien yells: "I have a much better idea! Fluffy! Do the thing! You know! The really wacky thing! No, not that wacky thing or that other one! The other other one!" Fluffy starts pieing our pursuers in the face: "Lets have some fun! You get a pie! You get a pie! And you get a pie! And you get a pie! All of you get pies!" Dominic yawns: "This is only going to piss them off more."

Bray replies: "It shall not if we know what to do next. We shall leave them humiliated and exasperated without inflicting actual injury to any of them or insulting them. Operation Shutdown. We have all planned for a situation we could use it like this situation." I add: "Some of them may be blantant fascists but they arent threats to our lives so lets send them home with their bigoted spirits crushed completely. And take any weapons they may have while we're at it. Like we have any choice here. Ignoring them clearly isnt going to work. We cant just starve them of attention as easily as one can on Bluesky." But then, Bray and I laugh at the same time and shout: "Just kidding! HOPEFULLY! Operation Being Kind time!" Not fearing the anger of our pursuers in the least, we suddenly clean the pie stuff off of them, shocking them and causing them to calm down faster especially as Madeline puts on a stereo playing very calming music from Disney World. We just stand there in place, waiting for them to calm down until theyre no longer yelling. Once everyone is calm, the music is turned off and we start talking. I speak first due to my connection to the society theyre from just as I am. "Things dont have to be as terrible as they have gotten. We dont need to force people to work their bodies to death to deserve to have what they need to not just survive but be happy. Hatred in all forms stands in the way of making life better for everyone, no matter who they are. When youre obsessed with hatred or a single person, your quality life is literally tanking. Neither is healthy for you. *extends metal gauntlet covered hand out*

We can make things so much better but that cant happen by working with the power of the current system. I know some of you are lonely or afraid of losing family over your differences with them. I know what thats like but I dont think I know it as well as some of you do and thats okay. If the system really cared about you, wouldnt it try to help you better get through your differences with the people you care about? It doesnt so we are here now. Im sure society has messed with your head and you know that it has. It also has messed with my head. I may not look it given the fact that Im wearing what really helps make me truly myself, my full body metal plate armor. But I can assure you that I am from the same society you are. Ive been to Disney World, my favorite roller coaster there is Space Mountain. Its other roller coasters are great too though I have yet to ride Guardians Of The Galaxy: Cosmic Rewind. I have many memories there. Ive also been on The Beast roller coaster at Kings Island at least a hundred times by now. I know its roar and temperament very well. It really is a beast. I grew up on a blend of Disney, Universal, Cartoon Network, Toonazi, and Vortexx which replaced Toonzai. One of my favorite cartoons is Phineas & Ferb. My favorite food is cheese pizza. I love pan crust, thin crust, regular crust, deep dish, and New York style. I love sweets. Have you ever had the iced sugar cookies at Disney World? Theyre truly something special. My mom used to buy them for me at Downtown Disney aka Disney Springs.

Do you see me as a enemy now? Do you?" We attempt to reachout to them and be kind with the most passive expressions on our faces possible. We went about as far as we possibly could to reachout, to appeal to their hearts and even their egos at times. But somehow. Even though we showed them my Twisted Land theme park and it blew them away. We failed. Because we still dared to keep telling them our beliefs in the most simple yet passive ways possible. That includes talking about being anarchists without using the term. Despite all of that.. We couldnt sway most of the moderates or almost anyone else into accepting why we didnt want to do Thanksgiving with red and pink hatters. We even apologized for just sending them away earlier and more than made up for it. This is a extremely unlikely outcome for something liks this and yet, its the one that happened. Most of them rejected us and our beliefs despite many showing curiosity and asking questions. We sent the people who rejected home with our Quantum Leap devices and invited the rest to join us for something better than Thanksgiving. An improvised people's gathering with a bigger focus on community than just being thankful about things which is an important sentiment but really isn't enough. We had it around the fountain on Pizza Island which we had returned to after showing everyone Twisted Land and other things. But then, we are disrupted by red hatters, pink hatters, and their enablers. They start yelling like a bunch of cowardly Neo-Nazis do while marching around us. "YOU CANT HAVE COMMUNITY WITHOUT US AND OUR DISAGREEMENTS WITH YOU WOKEISTS!" "YOU MAY BE WOKEIST FREAKS WHO ARE OBSESSED WITH CANCELLING PEOPLE BUT I STILL WANT US TO BE FRIENDS."

"YOU COMMUNISTS NEED TO LEARN TO LISTEN TO ME!" We arent communists at all unless you actually see communism as what its actually supposed to be, falling in line with the various schools of anarchism due to the abolition of the state and social classes. Luxury space communism is not far off from anarchism. Anarcho-capitalism is not a school of anarchism. Its a sham that advocates for a free market without government regulation aka a capitalist slaughterfest in which big businesses can do whatever they want with no one there to stop them from working their employees to death which has actually happened in several infamous examples at Amazon warehouses the past few years. Anarcho-capitalism is a libertarian right invention and almost everyone knows you cant trust them. Anarchism has always been anti-state and anti-capitalism. Market anarchism is the real alternative to capitalism in anarchist ideology. The red hatters and others just kept on yelling at us, demanding that we accept their nonsense without question enough to be friends with them when thats not how that works. We cannot be friends with people who dehumanize people. Thats the end of it. If you hate immigrants, Im sorry but we just cant be friends unless you learn who the real enemies are. And they arent the illegal immigrants you fear monger about. In other words, they just kept being annoying and doing nothing for us to give them the time of day since they wouldnt truly give us the time of they themselves regarding our vastly different moral viewpoints from theirs.

You can agree to disagree on almost anything except for differences in morality which is what we have going on. Red hatters, pink hatters, and ourselves have vastly different views on morality. We end up sending them away only for them to come back so we just starting putting in more effort into ignoring them because they arent worth our time anymore. I dont even have anything more on their yelling to write about because we ignored them THAT deeply. This means that they only got more desperate for us to talk to them again but we wouldn't budge. And then, they suddenly got so disruptive and annoying that we couldn't ignore them anymore. Pirate Blaster yells: "There is only one course for us to chart now! PRANKS! ARRRRRR!" We all stand up and engage in pranking chaos of all kinds. I wrap a red hatter in toilet paper and topped it off with silly string and throwing pies at them. "If these people are harmless to us but are too annoying and stubborn to reason with, humiliation and social ostracization are two of the only methods left for us to use against them! We must avoid needless violence at all costs! That is something we must never ever truly forgot! Because thats just how it works." Within minutes, they are all humiliated but not before we suddenly stop pranking them to do something absurd. Part of Operation Shutdown are comedic skits depicting how many marginalized groups are treated in society through sort of tragic comedy. Some of my friends and I get together to pull a skit about how non binary people get treated. I speak: "Today just like everyday is a great day to be myself as a non binary person." One of my friends comes up to me and says: "Sir!"

"What do you need?" "Can you help me lift this thing?! Its so heavy!" "Sure. Btw, Im actually non binary. Im a they." They dont respond and walk away without saying anything. "Look at that, I really dont exist, do I? TIMESKIP. SCENE TWO. BEGIN." I then say: "Lets see what the allies of queer people are saying about me! *pretends to look at social media* Wow! I dont exist! Nobody is even acknowledging non binary people like me among these individuals, groups, and entities that say theyre stance queer allies! Almost makes me think they're either half butting it or theyre just pretending to support queer people! Who knows! More research is required. But wait, I forgot. I need to apply for a job today. Time to do that. *pretends to* Gender. Okay, I'll just put- Oh. They only have male, female, and decline to answer as options. I dont exist!" After Im done, Barla steps up and says: "As a black woman, I am very happy with my body and life as a whole. I know who I am. I have friends committed to anti racism and just being good friends. Life is good." As someone who is white, I dont feel comfortable enough to write about the microaggressions towards black women like Barla that we demonstrated without going too far. But needless to say, Barla thought we did a good job but sighed that we had to do the skit at all which we all also sighed about for obvious reasons. This was our last attempt to get these red and pink hatters and others to reason with us but it didnt work. They only got worse. "STOP THAT, WE'RE THE REAL VICTIMS HERE ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU HAVE T*redacted*IES AMONG YOU! STOP PRETENDING TO BE THE VICTIMS, WE ARE THE ONLY VICTIMS AROUND HERE BECAUSE WE CANT SAY WHAT WE WANT TO SAY ABOUT THE LIKES OF YOU WITHOUT BEING YELLED AT!"

So, we got funny. Really funny. I pull out a banana from somewhere and yell: "Ring ring, banana phone! *holds it up to my knightly helmet* Hello? Whats that? The app for Fanfiction is lagging again while the writing process is ongoing! Oh no! What a tragedy! Hold on! Im getting another ring! Yes? No. I dont need therapy that badly, banana phone infomercial. Ring ring again? *walks to a red hatter and holds the banana towards them* Its for you. Enjoy the banana phone. Put it on the ground when youre done with it. I'll collect it later." I then walk away after handing it to them and go to a another red hatter who is yelling a lot of annoying nonsense and clearly cant be reasoned with. "Do you people have unlimited rage energy now or something?" I then start tickling them without mercy because I learned how to tickle as a possible technique for assassination. By the time Im done with them, they have given up and I say to them: "Act like an annoyance again and I will come back to tickle you even more next time. Beware the tickle monster which is apparently me now!" I walk off and join the others in massive collab pranks. We all hold silly string seconds later and Fluffy yells: "Lets get them!" And so, we spray the disrupters with silly string but that was only part 1. Madeline speaks: "Anyone care for the old tar and feather trick?" Carlos laughs: "Hehehe! Im in!" I add: "We're all in." We dump buckets of tar we pulled from our inventories onto the disrupters without warning before sticking feathers to them. The tar was cooled off completely so it didnt burn them or anything.

We also made sure the tar didnt cut off their breathing. And then, due to all of us being able to move really fast, we were able to cover all of them with feathers in minutes despite their attempts to keep being annoying which were now being hampered with being coated in black tar. Now this is what we call mischief but we still werent done. We invited any of our comrades who were free to come over and look at them. Quite a few showed up. Tetsuya snapped his hands like crab claws: "Well, they must be feeling crabby, am I right?! CRABBBY, HEHEHEEHHEEHEHEHEHEHHEEEE!" We then clean up the disrupters, not being cruel enough to keep them in the tar or feathers. I dont know how hard it is to get tar off exactly but Im certain that its very difficult to. And then, some of us encourage everything to just throw pies and stuff that dont hit that much to be hit with if at all at them. This leads to mayhem as pies, very funny shaped foam things, bananas, tomatoes, peeled oranges, mayonnaise which was actually an instrument for some reason(no, Squidward, mayonnaise is an instrument today), Play-Dough, Elmer's Glue slime, cake batter, and so many other silly things. Seeing many of them covered with so much cake batter that it was the main thing they were covered in, Yappa Yappa laughs: "We should have them go inside a cake factory!" I reply: "No, facing the same fate Cruella Da Vil did in one of those movies will not work because of the other stuff on them.

And its only through cartoonish means that that villain survived what happened to her I feel. It was really funny though, like one of the most underrated scenes in movie culture. If its true that someone can survive being covered in cake batter and it getting cooked in the same way it was for Cruella without killing them, then theres a lot of terrible people who deserve to be pushed into giant containers of cake batter. These people aren't terrible enough to deserve that fate anyway. Well, the ones that dont have killing intent and bloodlust, that is." But the disrupters were still angry somehow. Rarity yells: "Everyone, can you please scooch for a few moments? I know exactly how to make these angry darlings feel humiliated and embarrassed!" She then summons multiple large mirrors and adds: "Can anycreature help me move these things where they should go?" Im among those who volunteer to help and in fact help her out. With all of that done, the disrupters get to see themselves and because I know how self conscious the society myself and all of them are from makes people, I knew this was the right course of action. Society makes people obsessed with appearances and trying to dress to impress and all that other self serving BS. I should know, my mom dressed me as if I were her doll, her model to dress to impress her friends and family online with for much of my life. She wouldnt let me grow out my hair until I became an adult because it would ruin her efforts to turn me into a very small time model almost no one outside of her social circle even knew about.

And she would talk about dressing to impress which I never had any interest in doing and I have come to despise that term. Dont dress to impress, thats egotistical. ..Okay, I will concede this. You can dress to impress if it so happens that doing so ends up causing you to dress up in something thats actually so you and is actually a legitimate form of self expression without vanity. I was expecting priceless reactions from the disrupters. And thats exactly what we got. They got angrier and screamed about their appearances. Thats what happens when certain things occur like when someone is too obsessed about their own appearance to the point they have to spend 1-2 hours every single day making themselves look perfect. We just kept piling on the humiliation while discouraging dehumanization at the same time. That wont help. No, dehumanization never helps the forces of good and we're part of said forces of good. We must see our enemies as not inferior or superior to us. We just have to see them as sentient beings, human or otherwise who are worse than trash. We have to recognize that they're humans or whatever else they are if they arent human always even as we call them worse than trash. We let the disrupters just yell and yell and keep yelling as we send them home again. Dont worry, they should be able to clean themselves off but not before they feel the sting of humiliation. Oh and now theyre back just like that and they want revenge. "WOKEIST UNHUMANS, YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!" They are newly armed with automatic rifles and other dangerous weapons. Well, a few of them are. The rest are either just really pissed off or armed with knives or bats.

They all come right at us. And we bring them all down non violently because we can do that sort of thing especially nowadays. We break their weapons before their eyes while we're at it. Our goal is to crush their hatred and lust for blood and revenge completely. If killing them wont help anyone, we cant just leave them alone. Some of them are killed aka the ones with dangerous weapons but only after being teleported to be killed instantly with no effort or massive damage as its clear theyre too dangerous to be let off the hook. The rest are just sniveling at our feet at this point. We got them. We are going to nail the lesson that if they cant change to be better people, they deserve to feel the way they do now. Maybe breaking them is what it will take for them to finally see reason but its hard to say. I speak to them: "You brought upon this yourselves. All of us are experts in dealing with violent individuals on the levels some of you are. You dont scare us. We know how you operate. We can guess why all of you think the way you do. If you have avoided violence this entire time, we know your thinking is different than that of those who did in fact attempt violence who are also different from those who didn't hesitate to use violence. It's over. Give up. Your BS will not be tolerated and I hope your version of Earth thats nearly identical to mine takes notes on how we have crushed all of you. We have sparred your lives because we hate taking lives and know the difference between when you have to take a life and when you dont have to take a life.

We didnt ask for you to disrupt our lives the ways you have tried to in collab with whoever has kept you from leaving some of us alone. This really is on you. Do some self reflection and ask yourselves if the way you live and think really is right. If it really does serve the interests of the God you worship so loyally. Which it doesnt but I cant tell you what to think, you have to come to terms with the truth yourselves. We have tried to be nice to all of you but it hasn't worked. This is the best way we could handle dealing with you jn response to your continued rage. If your spirits have to be broken for you to have any hope of becoming better people, so be it. Remember the words of myself and others well as you continue your lives with the shadows of humiliation and demoralization with you everywhere you go now. We're not afraid to do this again if we have to. We're not afraid of you because we know youre afraid too. Mostly of made up fantasies about people your leaders tell you to hate with a passion. We're also not afraid because we are good at regulating our fears and again, you dont scare us. You will not get the yelling from us you wanted to hear. We wont give you that satisfaction. You wanted us to begrudgingly accept having you around without complaint and if that failed, you wanted to get a rise out of us. You wanted us to get angry and call you names so you could feel like victims and have the satisfaction of having pissed off leftists. We also know youre broken just like most of us are. Most of us are broken in some way by the kind of society you know so well."

I soon stopped talking and before long, their spirits were even further shattered and we sent them home only for something to bring them right back so we just sent them back again and located whoever was doing this crap. And of course, it was a terminally online troll with reality manipulation powers. It took seconds to take care of them as we employed assassination like techniques and captured them and sealed their powers away, finally putting an end to this nonsense. We say goodbye to Charlie Brown and friends before sending them home. I wouldnt mind seeing them again in strange circumstances especially Snoopy and Woodstock. Those two are my favorite PEANUTS characters. Linus may be my 3rd favorite. With the PEANUTS gang now sent back home, myself and others part ways to prepare for upcoming battles and more in the war against the tyrannical Nacirema Empire. No one is free until everyone is free. We will resist Nacirema at every turn, we will not concede to them even once even if they win some battles in the future. This concludes this chapter of Chaotic Hangouts. Thank you so much for reading, dear reader.