"Well... the Super Bowl's going pretty well," Falco Lombardi stated as he was pouring a good amount of his customers several different drinks, with his bar being immensely busy since it was Super Bowl Sunday.
"Who are you rooting for?" Captain Falcon asked while drunk, leaning over the counter.
"Well, I hope the Andross Arwings do better this time. I never realized that Andross revived himself just to be a football coach," Falco stated as he began juggling several empty glasses of alcohol.
"Hey, don't let yourself be shocked by change. It happens to all of us." Ryu stated as he wiped his mouth of the beer dripping from his mouth. "I knew of a fat yellow guy with a white shirt and blue pants who owned the Denver Broncos... what was his name again?"
"I think it was... Peter... Smith?" Greninja hiccuped as he held a picture of Cleveland Brown instead.
Falco was going to say something when he noticed a drunk Bayonetta flying around, showing off her weird ass butterfly wings as she accidentally was shooting off bullets with her gun shoes. Falco sighed as he told everyone to get down, proceeding to pull out his own gun as he fired at Bayonetta, striking her down. This alarmed the security as Master Hand floated into the bar, furious as he was interrupted from watching the big game (for you).
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE, YOU IDIOTS!?" Master Hand bellowed as he crushed his fist, signifying that he was pissed.
"...uh..." Falco stated, with everyone turning their heads to see Princess Daisy farting in tight jeans. "We were... jerking it off to Daisy farting! Y-yeah!"
"Wha...?" Daisy replied confusedly above her brassy flatulence, fanning the air as she was also drunk her gassy ass, occasionally burping as she was leaning over, giving everyone a good view of her sexy farting ass in orange pants. "Who brought the soiled smock?"
Master Hand seemed a bit concerned, because of Falco's weird proclamation of such, and the fact that Daisy had a brown stain on her jeans from constantly farting, but he shrugged it off, not giving enough of a damn as he just went back to watching the Super Bowl. Falco sighed of relief as he motioned his feathers, with all the drunk patrons cheering as they went back to being fellow drunkards with each other, Princess Daisy farting in tight jeans all the while, with the Super Bowl playing on the television Falco recently installed himself in the bar.