I remember doing the math like, "Yeah, I'm good at little league."

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Macklemore cleared his throat, closing his eyes. He needed his full concentration to do this right.

"When I was in the third grade, I thought that I was gay-"

"Urgh, not this." Vriska interrupted, rolling her eyes.

"-Cause I could draw, and my uncle was, and I kept my room straight." He spoke with more confidence. Vriska slowed the fluttering of her wings, landing on the roof a few meters away from Macklemore.

"I told my mom, tears rushing down my face: she's like "Ben you've loved girls since before pre-k," trippin'." The storm clouds above began to thin out, shedding a beam of light on Macklemore.

"Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn't she? Bunch of stereotypes all in my head." He pointed to his head enthusiastically.

"I remember doing the math like, "Yeah, I'm good at little league." A preconceived idea of what it all meant. For those that liked the same sex had the characteristics," A ring of pink light was beginning to form around Macklemore. He stood his ground, rapping from the bottom of his heart. A look of confusion crossed Vriska's face.

"The right-wing conservatives think it's a decision." The light enveloped his clothes, morphing the very fabric on his skin. He felt a large fur coat on his back, and a tighter pair of pants squeezing at his legs.

"And you can be cured with some treatment and religion. Man-made rewiring of a predisposition." The light surrounded his body once more, enveloping Kanye. The fallen rapper opened his eyes, still weak. He felt the magic radiating from Macklemore, so strong that it was replenishing his own health.

"Playing God, aw nah here we go, America the brave still fears what we don't know." Kanye curled and uncurled his toes, rolled his ankles, then brought his leg up to his stomach. It had been completely healed. He sat up in front of Macklemore, looking out into the city. The Mau5 was back on its feet, standing by.

"And God loves all his children, is somehow forgotten." The light condensed to form a glowing bow in front of him. With an outstretched arm, he grabbed it, putting his hands up.

"Listen. I'd love to stay and chat, 8ut I have those two more important losers to finish off. You know, the ones that actually gave me a challenge?" Vriska said mockingly, turning around to walk away.

"But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago." An arrow began to form on the bow. Gulping, he pulled the bowstring back into position. She was about to fly away. It was now or never.

"Same Love." He drew the arrow.

The shot tore the air right out of his lungs, ripping through every muscle in his body. He felt the magic itself; a burning sensation in his fingertips, shooting up to the top of his head and down to the tips of his toes like bolts of lightning.

The arrow whirred across the roof, surrounded by a pink glow, and pierced Vriska right in the back. She put her hands up in surprise. Grasping her stomach, she fell to her knees, wheezing. Then she went limp, crashing onto her side with a thud. The thief was dead. Macklemore was lightheaded, he looked down to find Kanye staring up at him, whispering in awe:

"No one man should have that much power."

The world went dark around Macklemore.