I could remember little of it. It was the final battle against Tabuu. All of us had lost. However, our true battle had just begun. "What happened?" I said, groaning. "Oh, so you're awake?" A girl said. "I remember fighting Tabuu, then all of a sudden, I got turned into a trophy and..." I said. But the girl interrupted me. "Wait a minute. You turned into a trophy?" She then burst into laughter. There were lots of people listening. They all heard in on my story, and they all burst into laughter. I growled. "It's not that funny!" I yelled in anger. "That explosive power..." a man with an axe said. "I agree. He might prove useful." The girl said. "His power just needs to be controlled somehow." Of course the girl had an idea. "Why don't you join us? I'll find a way to control your power in exchange." She said. At first it was no deal. "I won't fight some God. That's complete destruction!" I said. "Would you rather disappear?" The girl said. "I know Crazy Hand is bound to rescue us some time." I said. "Who's that?" The girl said. "One of the makers of my world. The other is Master Hand, but he lost his energy to this creep named Tabuu, who devoured my world." I answered. "So there's no God in your world, just two hands." The girl said. She burst into laughter again, everyone else following suit. "It's... not... that... funny!" I yelled in anger. "Seriously, we've GOTTA get this guy on our side." The girl said. I still disagreed. "Kiss your world b'bye!" A DJ like man said. Somehow he knew Crazy Hand wasn't coming. "Fine. I'll join you. Just remember to find a way to focus my explosive power." I said. Then I saw everyone from my world. I explained the situation to them. I explained that we were all dead, and that Crazy Hand wasn't coming to rescue us. We were all doomed for awhile.