The cold was seeping in through the cracks of the restaurant flooded with customers giving their money to pay for over priced McDonald's food. Mario was standing at the counter when a familiar face walked in the door. Or rather hand.

"What's up?" The Master Hand questioned Mario floating inside.

"Wait, you can talk!?" Mario gasped in pure shock as he then snapped his fingers in anger." Great, I owe Peach a back massage!"

"Of course I can talk!" The Master Hand shouted slapping Mario in the face.

Mario flies over the deep counter behind him, and into the deep fryer losing another one of his lives for today. He reappears back at the counter, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"I hate that I'm still connected to the game," Mario sighed." Anyway, how do you eat?"

The Master Hand shook himself.

"Better if you don't know," The Master Hand replied.