Stan was at his computer, looking at his blog. He knows his demographic, and it's hipsters. One day, he'll reblog about Captain Underpants because it's the hip new thing. Other days, it'll be how wind chimes are actually a way Skeletor uses his dolphin to pick up soundwaves and monitors the status of every human being on Earth. Though today, Stan is in a bit of a pickle. He needs to make money, and he also wants to figure out how to do it while sitting on his fat doggo ass. He knows that he has a blog with a good following, so he decided to look for someone who wanted some ad space. Pepsi Co. stepped into Stan's gamer lair and offered him a deal he couldn't refuse. A year with of Randy Savage's Kibble from Cloud 9 and a dance class. The Pepsi Co. boys knew that Stan was a lazy dog, so they threw in some way for him to get exercise, while also giving him some potential to blog about a fresh new topic that he otherwise would've have ignored for the rest of his 12 year life. Stan took up the offer and went to dance class. The DJ hit them with some sick tunes that included 'Running in the 90s', 'Never Gonna Give You Up', and 'You Spin Me Rights Round'. When Stan got home, he went to check up on his blog. He lost all his followers, and also came back to a bunch of hate mail because he sold out to Pepsi. He lost his following, but then made it back when he started making ironic Harambe jokes. The end.