Link faced his final opponent: Majora's Mask itself. Let's do this! Link reached behind him to magically pull the Fierce Deity Mask out of the amazing Hammer Space! He stopped. "Oh…butter biscuits!" Link searched his pockets, his pants, his shoes, and his hat. "Great!
He sighed and turned to look at the menacing foe.
"Um…yeah…I think I left my masks in my other tunic. Yeah…I'm gonna go and get them, ok? Just stay there and I'll be back in a few minutes."
15 minutes later Link returned with a look of determination written on his face. "Okay! LET'S BRING IT ON!" Again he reached into his pockets and sighed…again! He searched the same places again and drew a blank. "Hey, uh, Majora….yeah, I think my…uh…sword is at my apartment. Just let me grab it and….yeah."
Another 15 minutes passed and he returned once again, but with his sword in hand. He had made sure he had everything. Except the Fierce Deity Mask. "Ugh. I know what you're thinking," Link rubbed his temples. Majora just floated there, looking blankly ahead. "But the mask is probably in my other tunic….which is at the dry cleaners. And you know how that place is always busy, and I believe they said it won't be cleaned until next week."
"So we're gonna have to reschedule this fight until then. I'm am, like, so terribly sorry. Really, I am. Now, I'm free next Wednesday."
"You can make that? Ok, thanks. And again, I'm so sorry." With that, Link left the battlegrounds and waited till next Wednesday.