I woke up at 6:00 am, the norm for a Maverick Hunter like myself. I looked left and right down the hall: to my left was the back wall, and to my right were the 58 other rooms in the Assist Trophy quarters.
I dashed down the hall, famished and ready to start the day, but when I got about a meter in front of the kitchen, a strange odor met my sense of smell. I can't really describe it well, but I guess brussel sprouts and tofu would be an accurate description. Cautious, I turned the corner to see something that one would call "so crazy, it was unreal": Chef Kawasaki and Tiki were stirring a grossly colored liquid in the former's infamous cooking pot, mysterious ingredients surrounding them. "Um, morning Tiki', I choked, trying not to gag on the smell, 'what's cooking?"
Tiki's eyes gleamed as she whipped around to see me. "Oh Zero! Perfect! You're just in time for breakfast!" Tiki gushed as Kawasaki spooned some of the concoction into a soup bowl, the stench getting worse by the second. Suddenly, I was dragged over by Kawasaki's ladle, and the next thing I knew, a spoon had been shoved in my mouth.
Long story short, YUCK!
I had never wanted to throw up more in my life. Whatever that mixture was, it was revolting with a capital 'R'! "What the bleck was that?!" I gagged, trying in vain to swallow the mud-like soup. "That, Zero, is Kawasaki's new signature dish: Brussel Tussle! Be prepared to see it a lot, because the whole mansion's on a healthy diet!" Tiki explained.
I gulped, eating the revolting slop in the process. 'Oh goodness, this is only gonna get worse', I thought as I drew my Z-Saber against an upcoming spoon, 'I pray to all those that survive'.