>It was a regular day for Jim Miller, or, as he emplored his

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>It was a regular day for Jim Miller, or, as he emplored his very good friends to call him, Big Jim
>Big Jim sat at his desk on the 400th floor of Hasbro's fourth skyscraper
>Life was good for Big Jim Miller
>Not last week he destroyed a beloved cartoon
>He laughed to himself as he remembered the way those fans got angry
>"You're ruining the show!" They would howl at his twitter
"lmao who cares, you aren't the target audience also I have depression plz don't criticize"
>At that moment, a knock came from the twenty foot mahogony door that he had installed in his office
"I shall receive ye"
>The door opened slowly and a small african woman adorned with chains walked in
>"Master Big Jim, there is a cartoon gaining popularity among people outside of the target audience"
>Big Jim's ears perked
>Something he could ruin
"What is the name of this cartoon, slave?"
>"M-my little pony, s-sir"
"My little pony?"
>Big Jim's voice boomed
"Didn't I ruin that years ago?"
>"It's a new one, master. Friendship is magic, it's called"
>Friendship is magic, ay?
>Big Jim would show these people the true meaning of friendship
>Oh yes, he sure would