One sandwich.
Two sandwich.
Mario slathered the jelly with furious professionalism. He was like the stars in the night sky deeming the worth of courageous undertakings. Two sandwiches lay at his and Luigi's feet. It was one of the universe's most wholesome experiences.
It was a Mushroom Kingdom achievement and the fields wept glamourously over the splendour.
Luigi procured the first loafed entity. He slowly allowed it hospitality within the confines of his green-adourned maw. His pearly whites sank into the flesh of jelly and bread. He squeezed the residue from betwixt his fangs and bellowed a hearty belch of keen satisfaction.
"A very good sandwich it is, Mario," said Luigi with determining eyes of gratitude and gradual nose-having.
"Yes, Brother. The taste reminds me of the olden days…" agreed Mario as his saliva moistened the honoured meal. He felt comfort as the grains brushed against his holy mustache. This was the purpose of many a deified forthgoing.
Luigi became entranced in his nostalgia. He dreamt of the glorious goodness that once decorated the lands with integrity and value.
Yoshi approached Luigi in his vision and handed him a golden token.
"This token makes me jolly," said Luigi. He then inhaled the token into his left nasal passage and it became trapped behind his right eye. Luigi saw nothing but fields of gold evermore.
Meanwhile, Bowser had kidnapped Princess Peach and was preparing soup with his son Junior.
"Why do you make such a brew of deadly evil?" asked Peach, the lands' most seasoned soup-hater.
"Good question," said Bowser with a rasp of the angels. He ducked into a bucket and flew away to Corneria where he met Fox McCloud and Slippery Toad (not Slippy).
"Good evening, chums," said Bowser to his two new acquaintances.
"I hate your toe," said Slippery Toad. Bowser died when he heard this evil sentence. His son buried him in the pyramid with King Tut. Peach escaped and opened a tree business in Chicago. Mario and Luigi continued to devour jelly and bread.
All was holy once more.
FIN