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(Boom!) Whoever says this line*: Thank you for bringing peace back to the world. (I’m sure I heard it somewhere.) Boom: Today I would like to introduce two new members of our clan, Grenade-omb and Drill Top. Where’d we hire them again? Flashback: (Fawful, Boom, and Roncor are in a signup booth) Fawful: Someone, PLEASE sign up! (Three figures arrive) Three Figures (simultaneously): What’s in it for us? Boom: 1/8 of Lemmy’s soul. Roncor: And a lifetime supply of lemon candy. (A nerdy-looking Anti Guy signs up with Grenade-omb and Drill Top.) Boom: Oh… Fawful: Let’s test their skills… Bye! Boom: Bye. Roncor: I’ll supervise them (Fawful and Boom leave.) G-O: Ummm… My name! What have you done! (I’m lazy. Deal with it. You can’t fire me) D-T: AHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I’ve been tainted too! (Due to the amount of decibels just created, I die.) Roncor: No, you’re not on break. (Drat, I almost pulled it off) Shroob: A#%$#&%^&#^#*! G-O: Yeah… Toad: I have a translator, but… (Fawful’s hologram stares evilly at him) Toad: I’ll kindly hand it over G-O: So… What games did you appear in? Shroob: You twit! M&L Partners in Time! D-T: What are your stats? Shroob: 2 ATK, 1 DEF, 15 HP. Audience: Hehehehe… He’s weak (A giant Shroob saucer blasts the audience) Audience: Oww… (Boom!) Audience: X_X Shroob: Good thing we’re also prepared. G-O: You just answered the question I was gonna ask! D-T: Wasn’t that a nuclear cannon blast? (Meanwhile, behind a one-way mirror…) Fawful: You idiot! Now they’ll think we’re spying on them. Oh wait, we are. Boom: Drat! Those twits installed it backwards! Now they can see us but we can’t see them! (Back at the studio…) D-T: You use “…” a lot, don’t you, Author? Television: Teletubbies! (Boom!) (Fawful gets so frustrated that he crashes through the mirror) Fawful: We are now audience members. Boom: (I need a catchphrase. How about…): GRAVY! Bullet Bill: Alum…* (That can be used to cave mouths in) Mario: CHEESE! Author’s Note: If you are reading this, STOP or you will be punished Podoboo: Hot! Bowser: WAZAHA! G-O: Boom! Boom: My line! Iggy: I agree! Fawful: *eyes all twitchy* SSTTOOPP! Everyone: o_0 Fawful: Thank you. GUARDS! (Boom!) D-T: Not the guards too. (Un-Boom!) G-O: Why did you choose to invade Plit? Shroob: Read the prologue, you moron! We hated our planet and wanted someplace fresh! Wario: Mwahahaha- *cough, hack* The Master: My line! (He pummels him with extreme ninja power better than a Ninji.) Ninji: I resent- (Boom!) (That was uncalled-) (Boom!) Roncor: Wow, he died. Again. I’ll take up the job. Again. D-T: Audience questions! G-O: Seat 1. Amp: Where do you get those guns? Shroob: Oh, you mean these? Roncor: He shows off wimpy sticks of skin and bone. Amp: No, the lasers Princess Shroob: We buy them in the Real World from some company called Nerf™. Amp: So that’s why they don’t kill Mario on first touch… D-T: Seat 732 Swooper: Do you- Waluigi: Wah! He’s scary! Swooper: I will not be interrupted. Roncor: Kirby attacks him. Kirby: Poyo poy! Roncor: Kirby eats everyone Kirby: Yah it! Poyo! Yum. Roncor: Mmph mmph! (A giant Banzai bill comes and is eaten by Kirby.) Fawful: Mmph mmphity mmphity Oomph! (Wow, this place couldn’t get more crowded.) Roncor: Mmphingnomd! (The Banzai Bill enters. Kirby is now Missile Kirby.) Fawful: Oomph! (I stand corrected.) Shroob: Gwhp! (&%*%&*^$(&*($&^*!) Toad: Kirby’s saliva destroyed my translator. Lemmy: ? (?) Toad: I mean… Mmph! Shroob: Mmph! (I can speak English, ya know.) Roncor: Toad’s translator is fixed by me, and I set it to the language “squished”. Now we can talk normal. Boom: What were you doing before? Shroob: Swearing. G-O: How are Shroobs made? Shroob: You take a Poison Mushroom, mix it with a Dried Shroom, then take some Toad Vim. It’ll make one of us. Also, I’m now a crewmember, since I stated my name. G-O: No you didn’t! Shroobette: Shroobette. Now I did. Roncor: Fawful pulls out an eraser. Fawful: Now you aren’t! Shroob: Oh noes! What happened to the “ette”! Boom: He authorified it. Roncor: Fawful pulls out a pencil Author’s Note: I will surround any added words with parenthesis, and slashes around the erased. Shroob: (don’t) End transmission! Shroob: Wait, I did/n’t/ say that! Boom: (nice) … Roncor: The screen (doesn’t) go/es/ black. Cameraman: Oops, out of tape. Whoops! You're not logged in!
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