Before Super Smash Brothers
By origreatguy
I don't own Nintendo, Sony, Microsoft or A Christmas Story. But if I did, I'd personally force Bill Gates to give all his money to Nintendo and destroy everything that has to with X-Box. As for Sony, I'd be a bit more lenient. I'd give them some of Bill Gates' money and all his copies of A Christmas Story if they shared their games with Nintendo.
The room was stuffy and windowless. Everything was painted white. There was only one lamp; a leg lamp that looked like it came straight from A Christmas Story. Mario was standing, where as Spyro and Bill Gates where sitting on the bench.
"So-a, Mr. Gates, remind-a me again why you don't-a have a mascot," Mario said
"Well, it's totally obvious why he's coming here in person," Spyro replied, his voice dripping sarcasm. "He's trying to assimilate everyone into his collective. He doesn't have a mascot because mascots are for total sissies, not like companies who come out with 16 M-rated games with no plots every month. I think he's working on an Adults Only game, and one of those hasn't come out in over a decade."
"Ssssssh! This is not 2002, it's 1999, remember? We're acting out when they were trying to find out whether Super Smash Brothers goes to the N64, the Playstation or the PC," I suddenly said, popping out of nowhere. "You have a contract, you know."
"Oh, fine," everyone said. A man in a dark shirt showed up out of nowhere next to them.
"Aaah! Where did you come from?" Spyro asked.
"Out of that door," he said, pointing to the wall. "Remember? Everything is white. We've reached the decision that Nintendo gets the game.
"What? I offered you 700 billion dollars!" Bill Gates whined.
"Be glad that all you need to spend is for a new pair of pants, 'cause they're ruined." Sure enough, when Spyro and Bill Gates stood up there was a white stripe on their butts. They scooted them on their respective walls and quickly went out the door into their cars.
"Mario, this is the reason we decided to give Nintendo the game. You're the only one who actually had the will to stand up," the man said.
"That's-a great. I mean, I got-a walloped by Bowser the other day. Then a- Peach spanked me a few times for not being assertive. I could not-a sit down without screaming-a bloody murder in a falsetto voice-a," Mario confessed.
"That's lucky for you. I hope you reap large benefits from this game," the man finalized.
"Thanks-a." Mario walked out of the room, into his car and drove off.
I don't own Nintendo, Sony, Microsoft or A Christmas Story. But if I did, I'd personally force Bill Gates to give all his money to Nintendo and destroy everything that has to with X-Box. As for Sony, I'd be a bit more lenient. I'd give them some of Bill Gates' money and all his copies of A Christmas Story if they shared their games with Nintendo.
The room was stuffy and windowless. Everything was painted white. There was only one lamp; a leg lamp that looked like it came straight from A Christmas Story. Mario was standing, where as Spyro and Bill Gates where sitting on the bench.
"So-a, Mr. Gates, remind-a me again why you don't-a have a mascot," Mario said
"Well, it's totally obvious why he's coming here in person," Spyro replied, his voice dripping sarcasm. "He's trying to assimilate everyone into his collective. He doesn't have a mascot because mascots are for total sissies, not like companies who come out with 16 M-rated games with no plots every month. I think he's working on an Adults Only game, and one of those hasn't come out in over a decade."
"Ssssssh! This is not 2002, it's 1999, remember? We're acting out when they were trying to find out whether Super Smash Brothers goes to the N64, the Playstation or the PC," I suddenly said, popping out of nowhere. "You have a contract, you know."
"Oh, fine," everyone said. A man in a dark shirt showed up out of nowhere next to them.
"Aaah! Where did you come from?" Spyro asked.
"Out of that door," he said, pointing to the wall. "Remember? Everything is white. We've reached the decision that Nintendo gets the game.
"What? I offered you 700 billion dollars!" Bill Gates whined.
"Be glad that all you need to spend is for a new pair of pants, 'cause they're ruined." Sure enough, when Spyro and Bill Gates stood up there was a white stripe on their butts. They scooted them on their respective walls and quickly went out the door into their cars.
"Mario, this is the reason we decided to give Nintendo the game. You're the only one who actually had the will to stand up," the man said.
"That's-a great. I mean, I got-a walloped by Bowser the other day. Then a- Peach spanked me a few times for not being assertive. I could not-a sit down without screaming-a bloody murder in a falsetto voice-a," Mario confessed.
"That's lucky for you. I hope you reap large benefits from this game," the man finalized.
"Thanks-a." Mario walked out of the room, into his car and drove off.