Before Mary Sue gives her opinion on...well, everything, I would like to apologize in advance for the things that will be said. I know that some of you are good conservatives or good liberals. I ask that you not be offended and enjoy the rest of this story. Also, do not send death threats to our writer. You are immature if you do something like that.

Mary Sue forced me to release her and cleared her throat. I wanted to warn her, but what good would that do? I gave her plenty of warnings in this book so far, and she listened to not one. So I did the only thing that I could do. I made a short prayer to the Lord that she would not say anything that would make us Forlot characters look like the bad guys.

Surprisingly, Mary Sue had not spoken. She just stared at the red-haired lady and scratched her cheek. Judging by how she was acting, the woman seemed uncomfortable and asked if our friend was alright.

"She had better be," Ava replied in a firm tone. "Mary Sue. Do you even know the difference between a conservative and a liberal?"

A creepy smile slowly spread across Mary Sue's face. "Duh. I am not dumb. Only I know that there is no difference between conservatives and liberals."

"Hate to break it to you, but I am aware of that too."

"Then you have common sense. Just not as much of common sense as me."

I slammed my head on the table. I found it annoying when she boasted.

"Ma'am, what are your thoughts on conservatives and liberals?" the woman questioned her.

That was the wrong question to ask her.

Mary Sue got on her feet and was now standing on the booth. I whispered for her to sit back down, however, her voice was much too loud. She desired every real worlder in the restaurant to hear her opinion.

"You want to know my thoughts on two groups that never ever work with each other?"

The lady's face twisted into confusion, and she tapped her pen on the clipboard. "I am sorry. Did I hear you correctly? Conservatives and liberals work very well with one another and have helped this country."

Mary Sue burst out laughing. "That is funny. That is a hilarious joke."

"It is far from a joke. I was being serious."

"And I am being serious when I say that you all are out of your flipping minds. Conservatives are filled with just real worlders. Liberals are filled with just real worlders. And I am smart enough to know that all real worlders are the problem. So any groups containing real worlders are useless. I have done more for the town that I love than you all will ever do in your lifetime."

An older man sitting in the booth next to us raised his hand. "Are you saying that conservatives and liberals mean nothing?"

"I am implying that every single real worlder that has lived or is living means to nothing to me." She grabbed me from under the arm and hoisted me up so that I stood on the booth. "You mean nothing to us!" She motioned to me and her.

"Woah!" I said. "Do not drag me into this!"

"Fictional characters and this planet will not have to suffer as much when you guys are extinct!" She gripped my wrist and forced my hand in the air. "Extinction!"

I am not sure how I was able to restrain myself from slapping her face, but I held my ground. I wriggled my wrist from her thumb and fingers and ordered her and Ava to get out of the booth. I expected them to protest or waste time by smart-mouthing me, however, they did not and did what they were told. They scooted out from the booth, and I leaped out.

"I have something to say, real worlders," I said. "What my friend - if you can even call her that - told you guys is not entirely true. She is mentally ill and does not like - no, hates - real worlders. You are real worlders."

A young woman raised her hand. "Why do you and your friends hate us?"

"I do not hate you. Not at all. Neither do my true friends. The ones who are actually my friends. We do not hate you. We hate a lot of the stupid decisions that you make, but that does not change the fact how much we care. Some of you, maybe all of you, are our fans. You enjoy these books that Ash J. works hard on, and we cannot thank you enough for your loving support."

Unfortunately, Mary Sue had to interrupt my speech.

"'Loving support'?" she repeated the phrase that I used. "Someone needs to bring up those toxic fans."

"What are toxic fans?" Sophia wondered.

"I am glad that you asked, my dear Sophia. Toxic fans are fans who are not actual fans that are never satisfied when things do not go their way. They are like those media warriors."

Kathy leaned back in the booth and rested her feet on the table. "Toxic fans and toxic fandoms are the worst," she stated. "They send death threats to the creators for not making the so-called 'fans'' ideas come true. And they absolutely despise straight characters."

Mary Sue crossed her arms. "Good thing that there is no Forlot fandom. It is illegal in the town of Forlot."

Sophia placed her hands on her waist. "These toxic fans sound like a bunch of babies." She growled. "They are airheads."

"You can say that again."

"They are airheads."

I flipped my hair. "That is the only opinion - no, fact - that I agree with," I admitted.

Mary Sue slid her hand in her pocket. "I am not hungry anymore. I have other plans...starting with this restaurant."

She pulled an object from her pocket. One of her weapons.