"What the fuck does it matter now, YOU WON. You and your fucking Ridestars won." "No, not really. You kinda won too." Said Jasher matter-of-fact-ly. "How did I win asshole?" shrieked Cecilia from a pit of despair so deep. She was literally being tormented by her nemesis now. "Because the tiny hole you ripped through a carefully calculated section of spacetime was two-way. I sent my guy forward while me from then sent me back. We synced. I won the personality war." Said the Jasher that has always won since existing. (Note: The awakened lost 1992 Earth -3233994677994321233 or, The "Food Universe" shard has been the unequivocal winner of over 19 billion personality wars that result when long lost Jasher shards reconnect in our broken Multiverse. The "Food Universe" is the one where the Earth becomes Restaurant to the Universe and builds a huge Dyson Sphere around the entire solar system, and makes hug
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