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You got it—let’s stitch this chaos quilt together into one epic culinary-conquest fever dream. Behold the combined masterpiece: **Steven’s Thunderpot Symphony – Full Edition: The Applicstion Uprising** 🚂🥘💥🇬🇧 --- **🎶 STEVEN’S THUNDERPOT SYMPHONY 🎶** _Subtitle: Jon Applicstion and the One-Dollar Reckoning_ (Act I – The Wet Pants Prelude) Steven peed his pants on the mountain peak, Lightning flashed, his boots began to squeak. He dragged a pig on a wheeled cart made of foam, Cooked it in a storm with pots—his portable chrome. Billy screamed, “I am the wind!” Fart shook trees, turned pigs to twins. Military danced with spoons and maps, Crawling past babies wrapped in napkins and caps. Raw chicken hurled into a metal pan, Steven devoured it like a thunderfan. The troops marched on with panpipe tunes, As lightning kissed the cooking spoons. (🎤 Chorus 1 – The Pan-demic Rumble) *POT! BANG! STOMP! YELL!* Metal’s ringing through this spell! Billy’s boots e*****e with gas, Steven claps with kitchen brass! Babies roll (but they’re fine—it’s staged), While soldiers clang in a storm enraged! Chaos yells from every pot— Steven’s gang will never stop! --- (Act II – Jon’s Employment Expedition) Then Jon Applicstion entered the fray, On a scooter made from café trays. Dragging 70 lazy souls by yarn, To work for a dollar in a tofu barn. “Sign your souls!” he roared in stew, While Steven brewed pork barbecue. The lazy groaned and moaned in line, Marinating slowly in brine of pine. Suddenly, a train took flight, With gravy jets and sausage light! It dove into sea like buttered flan, And emerged—a submarine named **Dan**. Steven tapped its hull with flair, Billy filled it with cheesy air. Chickens clucked in copper gowns, Jon built desks from biscuit towns. (🎤 Chorus 2 – CLANGPOCALYPSE OVERDRIVE) *CLANG! CLANG! BRING THE NOISE!* British troops drop pot-sized toys! London clatters in iron rage, Soldiers mash snacks on the Tower stage! Marinated boats roar on the Thames, 79 cars cooked in pickle gems! Tea spills into the stew parade— Jon’s invasion gets flambéed! (Bridge – Gravy Rebellion) Jon hurled job offers like frisbee pies, Signed with mustard, tossed through skies. Steven’s submarine bakes a cake, While Billy farts into a milkshake. Crowds cheer with forks and drums, The Queen shrugs and pours out plums. London melts in fondue fog, Jon rides a ladle-shaped warthog. (🎤 FINAL CHORUS – KETTLEPUNK FINALE) *POTS TO W*R! PANS TO SING!* Even the moon starts simmering! Gravy maps unfold like scrolls, Cooking conquest wins their souls! Jon and Steven, legends bold, Stir the storm with hearts of gold! One buck earned and 80 clanged— Long may their thunderpot band be banged! --- Whew. That’s a spicy meatball of metal, mayhem, and minimum wage. 🍝💸 Want the next chapter to feature Filipino folklore riding banana boats made of lechon and ta