"Hold on, weren't you Drumm's son in that other thread?" Tizzy interrupted once more, pointing his boneran accusatory finger at Steve. "I thought you died when-"
"GODDAMN!" Steve shouted and smacked Tizzy in the head with a small burnt cake. "This fourth wall breaking shit is ruining the pacing! Stop interrupting me, you little shit!"
He turned around to face Derpy, who were bro-hugging James Funs and patting him reassuredly on the back.
"Anyway," he continued, "I'm not dead because I set out on a quest to conquer all these stories. These stupid aliens are in my way, and so was the Muffin Man. They needed to go."
Derpy raised an eyebrow.
"Well that's all well and good," he said, " but we're almost out of pages. We agreed to about two pages per story."
He, too, got a burnt cake right between the eyes for his trouble.