conspiracy lyra 1

>Day something in Equestria
>You wake up in the morning, and IRONICALLY feel like P. Diddy
>Because ever not being ironically P-Diddy-like would be uncool.
>Dude wasn't in the best of health, was just in the best of wealth.
>So you wake up feeling like a million bucks instead.
>Was that so damn hard to figure out?
>Anyway, it's time for morning checklisting, a habit you picked up from Twilight Sparkle, of course.
>Morning self-discussion, check
>Next order of business:write.
>That should take some time.
>You waste the next 5 hours writing goofy stereotypical oneshots of your friends and you.
>Fun times.
>Now to sell these comics to the only one who would buy such a thing-Lyra.
>She slides up to the usual spot in a trenchcoat and shades
>"You got the goods?"
"Yeah, you got the bits?"
>"Of course."
Fuckin Conspiracy Lyra, man.