...and they all lived happily ever after. The End.

Karen pulled the last page from the typewriter (non-magical) and breathed a sigh of relief. Her second Great American Novel was finally finished and ready to be mailed to Jeff Bezos so that he would publish it on Kindle. Self publishing on Amazon was truly a marvel. She marveled at how Jeff Bezos had the time to transcribe all the paper manuscripts he received to be made into digital books. I mean, there were literally billions of books available on Kindle and virtually no quality checks to make sure it wasn't 99% crap. Where did the man find the time? Karen thought about it for a while, tooted, and concluded that the man must have made 763442 clones of himself. Each clone must have 177458 assistants, each assistant must have 148583 interns, each intern must have 28658 sub-interns, and each sub-intern must have 7442 freelancers performing small editing tasks. Yes, that sounds about right, Karen mused. As Karen tucked her head between her legs to better sniff her toot, she espied a small brown stain growing on the crotch of her sweats. Time to go to Church's Chicken!