"IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL."
Marx was so happy, sobbing next to the batch of candy Fumu had given him early on Skyhigh, that he didn't even notice they had crash landed on a peculiar planet that was not Cavios, until Fumu bonked him on the head with her map.
"Hey, hey, hey, what gives?" he shouted, frowning.
"This isn't on the map," growled Fumu, glaring down at the paper she had crumpled up. "We just HAD to give the controls to Dedede. As if we didn't have enough problems."
"It isn't my fault, zoi!" The penguin snatched the map and turned it around in his hands, as if trying to read it. "This thing doesn't make any sense! What does 'cord-nut' mean?"
Sword sighed.
"And just when we thought he couldn't get any stupider."
"Agreed," murmured Blade, watching Dedede shove Fumu away.
"How was I supposed to know this place existed, zoi?!" he yelled, pulling the map away from her. "I didn't even know what a coordinate was! It was YOUR fault in the first place, and you got us stuck here!"
"Oh, like you made it easy for us! Stuffing all the food in your STUPID tent!"
Suddenly, both of their faces darkened, the same way Marx's had. Kirby shivered as he heard their voices, as smooth as glass, but as cold as ice. They came face-to-face, barely able to hide their anger.
"Oh, you think you're so smart, zoi?" Dedede said bluntly. "You have no intelligence compared to me."
"You are insufferable, nothing but a salt grain in your kind!" hissed Fumu. "Possibly the stupidest in all the failures you have achieved!"
"As if losing complete control of yourself wasn't enough."
"As if you did any better."
"Hey, hey, hey, quit it!" yelled Marx, standing in between the two. "You're acting like two banshees, you know?"
"Get out of the way," said Dedede, his monotone voice pointed at the jester, but was staring at Fumu. "You know your place."
Marx faltered, staring at the king, and his expression darkened, in a more angry way than both of them combined.
"Of course, your HIGHNESS."
He mock-bowed again, but this time, it seemed full of hate, instead of being teasing. Dedede actually looked threatened for a second, but the look vanished as quickly as it had come.
"What're ya staring at, zoi?"
Kirby and the others blinked once and gawked. The three stood around each other as if the moment had never happened, with Fumu not even hissing at him when he shoved her to get out of his way to go to the shuttle, which was hardly damaged.
"We'll just fix it, zoi," he said simply. "Easy as that."
...
"Seems you have trouble keeping your anger in check, hmm?"
Marx turned around, looking straight in the eyes of the knight that stood in front of him.
"Hm. Something you could use against me, huh?" he murmured, staring at the shuttle.
"No. Well, not exactly."
Meta Knight stepped closer to him, almost sadly.
"What?"
Meta Knight cleared his throat, uncomfortably, then walked past the jester.
"You didn't realize what you just did?"
"Just did?"
Meta Knight turned around to face him again.
"I am pretty sure you could be aware of your own actions, if aware at all."
"Listen, I have no idea what you're talking about. I get angry, but I don't lose sense of my actions. I will soon, though," he added in a hushed whisper, which he intended Meta Knight to not hear.
"Well, either way, don't lose your sense on the ship. Maybe Kirby will not be blinded by your game any longer."