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Midoriya: "Hey guys, do you think a hot dog is a sandwich or a taco?"

Ilda: "...It's just a hotdog..."

Ochocolate: "...Do you think Ytka did something to him?"

Midoriya: "Sorry guys, I've been thinking about weird stuff lately out of stress of the upcoming USJ trip."

Both sane people stood dumbfounded and slightly scared as Midoriya suddenly broke out into a rant about how Ashido was the class thot and shouting AAAAWUBADUGH.

Karakul:"He is speaking the language of gods."

Trying to distract himself the insanity that was Midoriya, Iida asked the Kirby-like girl a question.

Llid: "Ururaka, do you ever wonder why..." The boy trailed off in contemplation before continuing, "W-"

Ururuwu: "We're here? I don't know, it's one of life's great mysteries isn't it? Why are we here? I mean, are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there really a God watching everything? You know, with a plan for us and stuff. I don't know, man, but it keeps me up at night."

Ilia: "What? I meant why we're here, as in inside of this story, and why we don't get as much screen time as Bakugo's friend group."

Uh rock uh: "Oh... I don't know... did you expect me to have an answer or something?"

Actually I was just bored.

III: "Oh, that's a bit disheartening. Learning that we aren't really special and were just a product of chance and all... I think I'm having a breakdown."

Yeah... I mean look at it this way, everything humanity has ever done has been by themselves. Everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives by humanity's own choices. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of your species made their own choices with no supernatural or divine intervention. Just your own power has carried your people this far. And you've made a choice to protect them and guide them down a path of righteousness.

By this point even Midoriya had stopped his rant and hung onto the edge of every word the author was speaking, and by the tie he was done they were left with a mix of admiration and shock in their chests.

Urutachanka: "...Woah... isn't this supposed to be a comedy story or something?"

Midoriya: "I mean... I guess he wants to use us for more serious moments...?"

It's just that your groups style of comedy doesn't fit as well to mine as the bakusquad's does. Plus I wanted to actually maybe do some real good with this trash book, even if it's just a little inspiration with an edited quote from Carl Sagan.

Everyone: "..."

Aizawa: "Hey, are you three just gonna make us run you over with the bus to the USJ or actually get on?"

All three apologized like they were Canadian and got on the bus embarrassed, sitting in a row near the front, unusually quiet.

The author stood there, watching the bus roll off in his chosen form of Rohan Kishibe and then spoke after a pause.

Yo, if this was too deep just let me know ok? Or maybe I'll make this book actually a bit more plot driven instead of comedy packed if you want. It'll still be a comedy of course but leave your suggestions.