Actually, I think I might salvage a win, here. We have to designate a place and a time and get as many people as we can, right? Well, Michelle hasn't designated a time. A light year isn't a time, its a distance, and thus is a non-sensical answer. I can't "choose her time", because its not a time. So, knowing that her plan is not within the parameters of the assignment, I can tunr up anywhaere and do anything, and still win, because there's at least one of me. Me, at my desk, drinking cocoa, is a better answer than hers.
But in the spirit of the thing, given that I can't just piggyback on Michelle's answer in the intended way: I host a "Mock Michelle's Lack of Essential Astrophyscial Information Party."
I use HTML in a viral marketting campaign to get people to drink YelloSno, the hip new thirst quencher than makes you sexier because iot causes you to lose weight. It's made in bars by hip people with blenders, using the reproductive sacks of jellyfish. The trick here is that its a sort of parasitic jellyfish, the male of the species continues to live inside the human host, much as the males of some species continue to live as a parasite in the female. Much as it does in nature, the jellyfish fills its host with hormones. It this case, it fills its host with a PASSIONATE love of YelloSno.
Then, once a host of people have jellyfish in them, I release Michelle plans ot delete Yellow Snow from history on the internet, on YouTube, along with the town her minion John is now ruling. I then get my bartenders to make up a lot of the snow, and give it to anyone who will run naked up the main street chanting
"Michelle didn't know that a lightyear.
Isn't a measure of time (oh yeah)".