I decided to look over my stories that I've written. I've never written anything that wasn't just plain random, so I've decided to write some random stuff. That's right, throwing my hat into the ring of insanity. Taking the bull by the horns. And so on and so on….

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I do not own smash brothers

Fox was waiting in line at McDonalds, when large puffs of smoke obscured the lobby. Fox took out a miniature fan, set it to maximum POWAH, and blew away the obnoxious fumes. Hidden in the fumes were ninjas.

"AHHHHHH," screamed Fox, "Ninjas!"

"AHHHHHH," screamed the ninjas, "a giant talking fox!"

Fox took a step forward and raised a fist.

"We must kung-fu fight!" he demanded.

The ninjas nodded and assumed ninja fighting poses when their stomachs growled.

"Eat first," requested the ninjas, "than vicious kung-fu fight in which you will inevitably emerge victorious."

Fox agreed and lined up with the ninjas to give their orders to the employee.

Fox browsed the menu. "I'll take a big Mac, please."

At a comic book convention, Roy was busy burning the place.

"Noo!" screamed a crying nerd. "Not my Spider-Man #1! Anything but that!"

So Roy burned that. And come to think of it, he burned a lot of other things. Including a table that said, "please do not burn highly combustible table into ashes." Some stuff were not that flammable.

"Damn it," he shouted to the water residing in a bucket, that was there to prove above point, "why won't you burn!"

Just then, a team of cosplayers in X-Men uniforms arrived at the convention.

"Hey that guy is burning everything!" screeched one.

"He's dress as Roy!" shouted another. "And he can shoot fire!"

"It's like that episode I can't remember in which the costume of fictional heroes bestowed the user with powers!"

"Quick," proclaimed 'Cyclops,' "we must save the convention with our awesome powers!"

They charged Roy, who turned around and set them on fire. They ran around for a while before using the water in the aforementioned bucket that Roy couldn't set on fire.

"NOO!" screamed Roy. "My life purpose is gone!"

He shuffles off to a corner and starts to cry like a little baby.

"It's not fair," he says between sniffles, "I wanted to burn that."

Mewtwo is wandering around in a desert. An e-mail told him the knowledge of the universe would be his if he journeyed into the Sahara desert, put on a specially delivered hat and spin around three times.

"I'M BLIND!" he screamed every few seconds.

The hat had blinders.

He stumbled into the pit of the Sarrlacc where he met Boba Fett.

"Hi, I'm trapped here and being slowly digested for a thousand years by stomach acid of a monster. What about you?"

"I'M BLIND!" screamed Mewtwo.

The bounty hunter nodded in deference. "Touche."

"Cut!" yelled a director. "That's a wrap!"

A stage crew rolled away the backdrop of Sarrlacc's insides. The director walks up to Mewtwo.

"Nice job," he complemented, "I didn't think you would do all that for free"

"I'M BLIND!" screamed Mewtwo.

The director laughs. "HAHAH! Yeah, that was what she said to me!"

Boba Fett removed his helmet to reveal, AUSTIN POWERS!

"Oh, BEHAVE!"

Ness arrives at Paula's house after a day of foraging through garbage cans.

"Hey Paula, I-"

He pauses as he notices the gathering of people.

"What's going on?" he asks. "Is it my birthday."

"No, Ness," replied Paula, "it-"

"WHEEEE, birthday time, birthday time, birthday time, birthday time-"

"Will you shut the F!)(# up!" screamed Jeff. "It's not your damn birthday!"

He takes out a lit dynamite stick and throws it at Ness.

"Birthday candle!" squealed Ness.

He begins to blow on the fuse. He fails to extinguish the spark and was blown straight to da moon!

"So," asks Ness' Mother, "What do we do now?"

They all brushed their chins thoughtfully, wondering what to do next.

"I know," proclaimed Ness' Dad through the speaker phone, "Let's spray each other with mace!"

So, they got bottles of mace and proceeded to have a mace fight.

"WHEEE-, ARRGGGHHHHH, IT BURNS! IT BURNS! THE PAIN! THE UNBEARABLE PAIN!"