After the events of the Food and Drug Administration, and the Saftey Audit people, the entirety of Wish City, and by transitive property, the entiretly of Penparadventure failed the regulations check. However, they passed a secret third inspection (no, not one to see if AI can be installed, it was a different one than that), and there were only a few humans/stickfigures here and there in certain locations, and they seem to have adapted regardless; so, the government offers to review how the standards should be upgraded to fit the lifestyles of those there; on a condition. Their 'middleground village idiots' will be measured at their ability to be tidy.
Far: Hello, king Smith! We're here to help you with your accolades, as promised!
Smith: About time. I tire of researching you cobblestone brick-heads!
Far: Feels like her subspecies is disrespected. Hmph. I'll have you know that I was made out of 2 stones, thank you very mu--
Broth: Yes sir, we'll get to work, right away. We'll dust your folders till they're spotless!
Smith: Hmph. I'll be the judge of that. Bytheway, your blood pressure is clearly being skewed twoards betrayal according to the sensors all over my home. I'm... watching... you...
They proceed to cater to the task at hand, hoping to earn the favor of Wish City and/or Penparadventure being recognised in some fashion of being part of the United States, or at least recognized as a legitimate distribution. The task: to clean all the floors in the house...so they think.
Smith: Hmph. Looks dustless. Not spotless, but not bad either. Now, pick a new wallpaper for my walls. I tire of them.
Far: That's not fair! We barely go out of our realms, and sometimes we're in outerspace! How are we supposed to know what you like, you priority-shapeshifte--
Broth: Interrupts Far (normally, he can't but this is an issue of magical urgency due to the confict that could happen if Far doesn't be careful.) Yes, king, we'll do it in record time, or at least try to be on the mark. It won't be an exact science though, okay?
Smith: Nonsense! Everything is science, if you know your way around. Even people. Remember that, and you'll have a shiny smile like mine. Or not. After all, youth like you know nothing.
Far: Seething
Far and Broth get to work, wanting to clean Penelope's room instead, but understanding that their calling is here with king Smith. (Besides, the author doesn't own Penelope, so doing that without permission would be a fasttrack to problems.)
Smith: Hmph. Fine. You won. I guess. I'll go recognize your Penparadventure as a Church, and your Wish City as... kind of a capital sort of? But, due to the strange nature of said Church, it will be taxed. It's complicated.
Far: (That wasn't part of the deal!) That's IT! You need to calm down and think very carefully about what you'll do next!
Smith: Such insolence. I am the TRUE leader of the place you guys founded. That's final! I'm giving you what you currently deserve or I'll declare war!
Far: The only thing I recognize deserving is pretending like you aren't a bonafide hypocrite!
Smith: HYPOCRITE!?
Edge: (Since Edge is allowed to be recognized as 'female', she stuck around USA, hoping she isn't making a mistake leaving Paradox behind in [Redacted], and low and behold, she was right. So, she helps Broth bring Far out of the building.)
Smith: You're lucky I don't plaster my documentation on that necklace piece of paper you hide; which, bytheway, paper is only good for one thing: resource management.
Far: This... IS for research management-- This 'piece of paper' is for-- the door is closed on Far before she can 'spill the beans' on what the piece of paper really does;and she is currently during this line of text still too angry to see how foolish she is being
Broth: You're about to prove Smith right; you're lucky his entire building is encased in solid Lead followed by magic Turpentine, or everything that would occur next thanks to YOUR big mouth would be YOUR fault, Far Away Star of Rainbows and Gray!
Edge: Maybe we should show her to Hypercloak; that'll make her 'calm' for sure!
Far: NO! (remembers Hypercloak the Wolf) no... please, have mercy.
Edge: We are not in charge of what others think. We're in a tight spot right now. Every childhood memory we gave you, every time we kindly watched you display fireworks when we visited you; did that mean nothing to you? You would throw that all away for a fleeting chance at being 'right'? That guy is not your 'friend', we are your friends. I think you need to calm down and let us handle the heavy lifting, okay?
Far: /Now/ I look weak to you? You pushed me so hard long ago, and even taught me humility.
Broth: And as a youth that hasn't been corrupted like you apparently currently are, I have to tell you, Far, that you don't get to barter what parts of life you have humility /about/! All... or nothing. We got the best possible outcome we could, and until you recognize that, you're grounded.
Far: You can't do that!
Broth: I can if a vast portion of this discussion is at risk of waking up not only One True Line Segment Length, but bringing about crime and loss of common decency across our entire civilization. It isn't about being more correct; it is about keeping influence at the Status Quo or better. And until you find that out, maybe you shouldn't bother participating in our combat-and-work based economy for now;THAT, or go work for 'Smith'!
Far: I'm not taking the fall for your bad deci--gets interrupted by Edge
Edge: Broth is, to the extent I can reveal, correct, Far.
(Transition)
Broth: And... done. The YouTube Channel is still functional, my owner.
GoldenSackthing.exe: Good... Good... and our version of the Matrix?
Broth: The king of the United States tried to get Far to say secrets that may or may not pertain to the function of that, but Edge nullified--
GoldenSackthing.exe: Ah, yes, well done. ... Curious Edge? I thought they'd be in combat with Paradox.
Broth: Paradox got mutually deported as a barter for a deal they--
GoldenSackthing.exe: How DARE they! Yes, Paradox is somewhat of a crook, but they are OUR crook! An anomally that has earned their place in these fine lands! Redefining a deal because they 'can', because Paradox has to be somewhat event-neutral, lest they dishonor their bloodline memories is... is...! Do those people have no shame!?
Broth: Calm down! I understand Far being worked up, after all; you scripted her; you have your reasons. But being actually frustrated so much that you make vent art straight on your laptop? You know better. You can still turn this around and try to paint yourself as deserving of a chance at being heard out. Don't do what Far did. Because of you.
GoldenSackthing.exe: You--You... You're right. I was foolish to think that I could match the quality of a difficult topic just by watching a different, separate fiction from this alleged ficiton, and stitching together random lines. Maybe I should just postpone making canon until after Paradox is allowed back. It just isn't the same without them.
Broth:...
GoldenSackting.exe: What?
Broth: 'her'
GoldenSackthing.exe: (Turns metalic white) WHAT!? Of all the disrespectful, malicious, incomprehensible--!
Broth: STOP! Look, I'm mad too. But there's nothing we can do about it. In these conversations, perhaps from now on, it is 'her'. Got it?
GoldenSackthing.exe: Uh... yes... 'her'... Well... I hope she's doing okay, I guess. I know she has a 'job' in a sense, and that her calling is elsewhere now, but she will be missed.
Broth: That's the spirit! Now how about a bowl of... (tries to look for something the Food and Drug Administration didn't ''''improve'''')... apples?
GoldenSackthing.exe: I choose to go hungry. I have a better idea.
(Transtion)
Far: (An... An apple? A... bunch of apples? This amount is... not to standard for me. And... after I came back to visit GoldenSackthing.exe? He... has the imprint of someone who forgives me... and... appreciates me. I... I... Like him? I respect you too, GoldeSackthing. I pray to see you again. Thanks. smiles)
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