Mario and Luigi dream team bros. F¤ck (children must not read this story, or else I will be very cross with you!)
Chapiter 1!:
-Hey, Lugi-Oh
-Fuck off Mario!
-Hey, Lugi-Oh! LoL :33333
-You know, Im tired of your fucking shit Mario. Im so fucking tired! Just spit it up of your a and hole directly in my general direction already!
-UR ugly. LoL :333
-Thats fucking fucked up fucker!
-U know u swear more than the twelfth doctor, right.
-Fuck the fuck up. Im going to eat pizza, because Im Italian, and thats what pizzas do, eat Italians. Also mushrooms, because fuck I really would feel better if I thought I was a pony riding a Rainbow™ on the moon while dinosaurs puke smileys in my general direction!
-U know you use the term "general direction" a lot.
-That´s because the writer of this particular story isn´t very creative, nor skiller in the english language.
-U know, I thought this fan-fic would be abooot Mario characters. This far I haven´t even said "It´s a me" once. Were rally not anything like those Italian plumbers.
-Well, the writer thinks it´s "avant-garde". Do you even know what the fuck that fucking fuck of a fuckword means? Bring us a princess! Bring us, well… fucking Bowser! Conjure up something that at least somewhat resembels a fucking Super Mario fucking game!
-Hello! I´m Bowser! I´ve come to collect your princess! :3
-Oh my fuck Bowser has a moustache!
-It´s a me! Mario!
-Bowser is all oogly eyed and he´s smiling like a fucking Jackass. In fact, he more resembels a duck than a Lizard. Dragon. …I mean Turtle. Seriously, does the author even know anything abort Bowser. Does she even know anything about Mario games at all?
-I am inspector Toad! How did you deduce it was a she?
-I don´t know. The author was writing my dialouge. He might try to confuse us by telling us that shes a he. He´s not that bright, but i guess she has at least some sense of… uh, well… not humor, that would have been a lame fucking piece of shit joke, but some fucking… I don´t even know anymore!
-Bye! Im taking this princess now! :3
-Oh! I´m a princess and you have been a rally meen Lizardragonturtle! Put me down like a rug!
-And what the fucketi fuck does all this have to do with the dream team fucking bros. of all things!
-Hello! We are the dream team fucking bros. of all things! You have to come with us! You are in a dream in a dream, that Cthulhu has created to materialise the next Superman sequel. Into this portal with you!
-Aaaaaahhh…
Mario became a succesful car salesman.
Luigi fond the new world he was put in to be boring, and fucking killed himself. Yes, he fucking killed himself. Because he was this storys authors version of Luigi, the act of suicide is grammatically proceeded by a curseword.
Bowser kidnappad the princess.
The princess got kidnappad by Bowser.
Master detective Toad was shot to death in a drive by.
The dream team bros. digivolved into greymon.
The author never learned to write anything more substantial than a Scary Movie sequel, believing that being ironic and self-aware were compensating for lack of quality. He/she also never learned how to use correct english spelling and grammar. : )