After finishing work on Metacraft, Jeremy said, “I’m going to guide the Mr. Handies into meal preparations. I’m going to fix a feast.”
Celestia’s ears perked up, her regal demeanor softening with interest. “That sounds awesome. I’m a bit hungry.”
Jeremy smiled. “As humans, we’re omnivores, meaning we eat both meat and vegetables. If you want to watch me cook, we’re going to prepare a feast of delicacies from Europe and Asia.”
He then selected five Mr. Handies for the task. “Mr. Kenzington, you’re in charge of making the pierogies. Mr. Arcshire, you’ll handle sushi—everything from California rolls to vegetable sushi. Mr. Cavindish, fry up the meats and vegetables for the sweet and sour sauce. Mr. Doorsy, you’ll make wontons.”
Jeremy added, “I’ll toss up a nice salad and make a few different kinds of steamed dumplings.”
As the Mr. Handies set to work, Jeremy busied himself preparing a vibrant and fresh salad. He gathered crisp lettuce, baby spinach, cucumbers, carrots, and cherry tomatoes, tossing in a few sliced almonds for extra crunch. He added a hint of sesame oil and soy sauce to complete a light Asian-inspired dressing.
Celestia wandered over, watching him closely. “You’re really a jack of all trades, aren’t you?” she asked with a warm smile.
Jeremy chuckled as he stirred a pot of dumplings. “Well, when you’ve spent as much time around robots like the Mr. Handies, you learn a thing or two. Plus, I like getting creative in the kitchen. It’s like building—just with food.”
The steady hum of the Mr. Handies filled the room as each one worked diligently at their station. Mr. Kenzington carefully crafted golden-brown pierogies, stuffing them with a blend of mashed potatoes and cheese. Mr. Arcshire meticulously rolled sushi, arranging California rolls and vegetable sushi with the skill of a seasoned chef, the vibrant colors of the sushi popping against the plates.
Meanwhile, Mr. Cavindish fried up crispy morsels of meat and vegetables, creating the perfect balance for the sweet and sour sauce. The tantalizing smell began to fill the air, drawing in anyone nearby. Mr. Doorsy, focused and methodical, expertly folded wontons, preparing them for steaming.
Jeremy glanced back at Celestia. “You know, it’s not every day I get to share a meal like this with friends from another world. What kinds of foods do you normally enjoy?”
“In Equestria,” Celestia replied thoughtfully, “we mostly eat fresh fruits, vegetables, pastries, and some dairy. But we love trying new things when the opportunity arises. Watching you prepare all this is fascinating. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”
“Well,” Jeremy said as he finished plating the dumplings, “I hope you’re all hungry. This is a feast to celebrate a good day’s work—and to give us energy for what’s ahead.”
Just then, Pinkie Pie, Twilight, Rarity, and the others gathered around the table, their eyes wide at the sight of the feast.
“Oh wow, Jeremy, this looks incredible!” Twilight exclaimed, her mouth already watering.
Rainbow Dash hovered above the table, flapping her wings in excitement. “No kidding! I’ve never seen food like this before. It looks awesome!”
Jeremy grinned. “Dig in, everyone! There’s plenty to go around.”
As the ponies and Spike eagerly filled their plates, the room buzzed with laughter and conversation. The atmosphere grew warm and joyful, everyone sharing stories and enjoying the meal. Jeremy couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in not only the food but the bonds that were forming between them all.
Celestia took a small bite of sushi and smiled. “You know, Jeremy, this reminds me of something important—sometimes, it’s the simple acts of sharing and creating together that strengthen the ties between us.”
Jeremy nodded, raising his glass of freshly brewed tea. “To good food, good company, and whatever adventures lie ahead.”
Picard chimed in from the side, “Hey, save some for us!” as he and Captain Janeway approached the feast.
Pinky Pie, curiously eyeing one of the plates, asked, “What are these little curly things with fan tails that look like they’re fried?”
Captain Janeway smiled, “That’s fantail shrimp, a seafood delicacy from Earth.”
Jeremy nodded in agreement, adding, “Yeah, they’re really good, but I wish I had brought along some prawns.”
Twilight, intrigued, asked, “Prawns? What are those?”
Jeremy chuckled, “Prawns are like huge shrimp. The first time I had them was at a Japanese steakhouse where I tried prawn tempura. Delicious.”
As the conversation flowed, the robots emerged from the kitchen, carrying an array of desserts. Mr. Cavindish proudly presented a rich chocolate cake, causing Pinkie Pie to gasp in delight. Mr. Dorey followed with a lemon meringue pie and a classic apple pie, each one beautifully crafted.
Other Mr. Handies came out carrying trays of fresh fruits—watermelon, cantaloupe, honeydew, and musk melon, their vibrant colors adding a refreshing touch to the feast.
Finally, a Protectron wheeled in a cart, proudly displaying Jeremy’s Keurig machine, an espresso maker, and his SodaStream. The sight of all the dessert options and beverages had everyone buzzing with excitement.
Pinky Pie bounced around, eyeing the chocolate cake, “This looks soooo good!”
Jeremy smiled, “It’s all here to enjoy, everyone. Drinks and desserts—take your pick. After all, we’ve earned a little indulgence.”
Jeremy smiled and looked around the room, “Who wants to try some Viennese coffee with their dessert?”
Luna tilted her head curiously. “What is Viennese coffee? I’ve heard of coffee, but I’ve never tasted it before.”
Jeremy's grin widened. “Then, Luna, this first cup is for you.” He pulled out some espresso beans, carefully tamping them into the filter with precision, placing a paper filter over it. Rarity watched with fascination as he worked.
“This is a bit of a twist on traditional Viennese coffee,” Jeremy explained as he started the espresso machine. “I’m using espresso as the base.”
While the machine worked its magic, Jeremy frothed some milk, his hands steady and skilled. Once the espresso was ready, he gave a generous squeeze of Hershey’s chocolate syrup into the cup before gently pouring the frothy milk on top. The creamy mixture formed a beautiful layer of crema.
With a final touch of flair, Jeremy did some quick foam art, sketching the outline of a castle in the crema. “Here you go, Luna,” he said, presenting her the cup with a flourish. “A little taste of Earth with some art on top.”
Luna took the cup, her eyes wide with curiosity. “This is beautiful! I’ve never seen something quite like this.”
As she took her first sip, the rich combination of espresso, chocolate, and frothy milk seemed to surprise her. “This is... marvelous! I can see why so many enjoy coffee now.”
Jeremy chuckled. “Glad you like it! Viennese coffee is all about indulgence, and there ’s plenty more if anyone else wants to try.”
Celestia eyed the sleek black box next to the espresso machine. “Oh, what’s that device to the left of the espresso machine?” she asked, curious.
Jeremy smiled, tapping the box. “This is my SodaStream. It turns regular water into sparkling water, or seltzer.”
Celestia’s eyes lit up. “How interesting! May I try some?”
“Of course,” Jeremy replied, “but since it’s your first time trying sparkling water, I’ll carbonate it lightly. I don’t want to overdo it and have you end up not liking it. Sparkling water can be an acquired taste.”
He quickly prepared a cup, pressing the button for a gentle fizz, and handed it to Celestia. “Here you go.”
Celestia took a cautious sip and smiled. “Oh my, that’s actually quite good! Hey, sister,” she called to Luna, “wanna trade sips?”
Luna nodded, intrigued. “Sure.” They swapped drinks, Celestia trying the Viennese coffee, while Luna took a sip of the sparkling water. Luna’s face scrunched slightly after a few moments, and she shook her head.
“Sister,” Celestia said with a grin, “you’ve got a good one here. How do you like the sparkling water?”
Luna grimaced playfully. “Sorry, but this just isn’t doing it for me. It has a harsh taste.”
Jeremy chuckled. “That’s okay, like I said, sparkling water is one of those things—you either love it or hate it.”
With a shared laugh, the two sisters swapped their drinks back, and the room buzzed with contentment. The mix of new flavors and shared experiences made the evening feel even more special.
After ensuring that everyone had a drink, Jeremy finally sat down and finished his plate with a satisfied sigh. "Oh, that's good. I'm glad I skipped lunch," he said, patting his stomach.
He pulled out his phone and checked a message from ChatGPT. "Let’s see… I’ve had about 1600 calories between breakfast and supper," he said, “but after walking, my net calories are down to 800.”
Celestia, who had been sipping her sparkling water, looked over curiously. "Jeremy, you walked through Canterlot today, right? How far did you go?"
Jeremy nodded. "About five miles. I burned a lot of calories, which helps me stay within my 1200-calorie limit for the day."
Luna raised an eyebrow. "Why do you limit your calorie intake?"
Jeremy shrugged a little, leaning back in his chair. "I’m trying to lose some weight. I’ve got a doctor’s appointment coming up, and I don’t want to upset my family. It's just easier to make sure I'm on track."
Luna nodded thoughtfully. “I see… That seems like a lot of effort. But it’s important to take care of yourself.”
“Yeah,” Jeremy agreed, “plus, I like to stay active, and walking through a beautiful place like Canterlot makes it easier.” He smiled, trying to keep things light, but there was a sense of determination in his voice.
Rose, clearly furious, clenched her fists. "Those motherfuckers," she spat, "those motherfuckers interrupted my sleep. I need to heal, damn it!"
Applejack, who was usually calm and stoic, had fire in her eyes now. “Motherfuckers is right! They’re goin’ after my kinfolk in Appaloosa, y’all!”
Jeremy quickly stepped in, holding up a hand to steady the situation. “Calm down, Applejack. We’ll make them see the light of truth and justice. But we need to keep our heads in the game.”
Just then, Jeremy noticed a Jem’Hadar battle pod heading toward the beleaguered Appaloosa on his satellite feed. “We’ve got trouble—there’s a battle pod making a beeline for Appaloosa. We need to move fast. Is everyone armored up?”
Before anyone could answer, Jeremy’s communicator buzzed. It was his mom.
“Where are you?” she asked, worry in her voice.
Jeremy exhaled. “Mom, I’m on a Starfleet mission. The planet we’re on just got shelled by the Dominion.”
There was a brief silence before she responded, "Okay, sorry, I just haven’t heard from you in a while."
“Mom, look, do you want to help?” Jeremy asked, already thinking ahead.
His mom paused for a second, surprised by the offer. "Help? Yeah, of course! Why?"
"Because you’ve seen how the Dominion operates," Jeremy explained quickly. "You remember those blue-skinned soldiers from the last time they tried to take over a planet.”
She gasped. “You mean you’re fighting the Jem’Hadar?”
“Yeah," Jeremy confirmed, "but no Founders or Vorta this time.”
His mom’s tone shifted into action mode. “Alright. I’ll tell Grandma, Grandpa, and Dale. We’ll be there soon.”
Jeremy smiled, despite the intensity of the moment. "I’m leaving some power armor ready for you when you arrive."
With the call ended, Jeremy turned to the group. “Alright, my family’s on their way. We need to get to Appaloosa now.”
Everyone nodded, determination in their eyes. The clock was ticking, and they all knew that this battle was far from over. But with allies by their side, they were ready to face whatever came next.
They were transported to Apploosa, and Jeremy stood tall, ready to inspire his comrades. “I would like to take the time to share a modified version of a speech from one of our own world’s generals—a general who was also the former Prime Minister of England during World War II.”
Celestia leaned in, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Ooh, I know this is going to be inspiring!” The ponies, Jeremy's friends, the Royal Guard, the Clind members, and the Mr. Gutsys and other robots gathered around, eager to hear his words.
Jeremy began, his voice steady and commanding. “We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in Griffonstone, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air. We shall defend our land, whatever the cost may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and…”
“…in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender. And even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this land or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our friends beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the courage of our own forces, would carry on the struggle. We shall not be alone in our fight.”
As Jeremy’s voice resonated across the gathering, the weight of history infused his words with powerful urgency. The crowd stood in rapt attention, their expressions a mix of determination and solidarity.
Celestia leaned slightly forward, admiration shining in her gaze. “You have truly made this your own, Jeremy.”
He continued, his tone unwavering. “We will stand together, united against the threat that looms over us. The Dominion may think they can break our spirit, but they will find us resolute and unyielding!”
A cheer erupted from the crowd, rallying their hearts and filling them with hope. The Mr. Gutsys and other robots hummed and whirred, readying themselves for the impending confrontation. The sight of the armed Royal Guard, the fierce determination in the eyes of the ponies, and the unwavering support of his friends strengthened Jeremy’s resolve.
“Today, we show them that we will not be cowed! We will protect our homes, our loved ones, and our way of life! We will fight for our future and the future of Equestria! Together, we will not falter, we will not fail!”
As he finished, the air crackled with anticipation. The group felt more than ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. United by purpose, they were a formidable force—an alliance forged in camaraderie and determination, prepared to defend their world against the Dominion.
Jeremy was getting hyped and more than a little angry. “Epocrates, play 'Tech N9ne' on the Bible!” he commanded. As the beat dropped, the tension in the air thickened.
With a swift motion, Jeremy summoned the parts to create the perfect sniper rifle. He called it the J99, sleek and deadly, embodying his determination. He strapped a bandolier of ammo clips across his chest, crisscrossing his Pokéball bandolier, a quirky yet symbolic nod to his unique arsenal.
As the powerful rhythm filled the air, Jeremy began singing the chorus with fervor:
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Put that on the Bible, boy, count your blessings!”
With each line, he felt the adrenaline surging through him. The lines seemed to resonate with the gravity of their situation.
“I felt like they tone said 'I’m comin’ to get ya'!” he shouted, his eyes narrowing with resolve. “Well, that’s when all of the heavy artillery come into the picture! And luckily, 'cause of your past, you can have someone assist ya!”
The atmosphere was electric, the combination of music and purpose fueling the resolve of everyone around him. Jeremy’s energy became contagious, inspiring his friends and family to prepare for the fight ahead. Together, they would face the Dominion, ready to defend their world with every ounce of strength they had.
“Grandma, I’m sorry,” Jeremy replied, realizing the mix of emotions swirling in the air. “I’m mad! This is one of the songs I listen to to hype myself up when I’m protecting people.”
“Oh, honey, I don’t like those lyrics,” Grandma said, her voice soft but firm.
“Honestly, Grandma, I only really said the chorus and the first few lines of the first verse, leaving out the bad words,” Jeremy defended himself, hoping to ease her concerns.
“Yeah, bud, you’re right,” she conceded, a slight smile returning to her face as she saw the fire in his eyes.
With a renewed sense of purpose, Jeremy started to sing part of “Stupify,” letting the music empower him further:
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And darling, don't be afraid.
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I get stupified!”
The energy of the song surged through him, bolstering his spirit as he sang the outro with conviction:
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Look in my face, stare in my soul, I begin to stupify!”
Each repetition echoed in the air, a powerful mantra fueling his determination. The ponies and his friends joined in, their voices harmonizing with his, creating a symphony of resilience against the looming threat. Together, they stood united, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them.23Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk9g2G7G333
As Jeremy perched atop the silo, the tension in the air was palpable. His heart raced, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he spotted a group of Jem'Hadar soldiers advancing toward them. They moved in formation, their expressions serious and focused, which only strengthened Jeremy's resolve.
“Little kitty, little kitty, little lost cat, where in the world is your home at?” he sang, channeling a playful villainous energy reminiscent of the Hell Girl series. The contrast between his lighthearted tune and the grim situation felt oddly disarming.
With the Jem'Hadar in his sights, Jeremy steadied his breath and lined up the red reticle of his sniper rifle. He focused on the lead soldier, a towering figure clad in dark armor, and squeezed the trigger. The shot echoed as it found its mark, striking the first Jem'Hadar right between the eyes.
In an instant, the soldier crumpled to the ground, sending shockwaves of panic through the ranks behind him. Jeremy quickly adjusted his aim, taking advantage of the chaos. He fired again, hitting another soldier, then another, his precision unwavering as he picked off three more members of the platoon.
The once-organized advance transformed into disorder as the remaining Jem'Hadar scrambled for cover, their confidence shattered by Jeremy's accuracy.
“Just a little kitty,” he whispered, smirking as he reloaded his rifle, ready to continue the fight and protect his friends. Each successful shot fueled his determination, and he was relentless in his mission to defend Equestria from the encroaching Dominion forces.
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