A battle of the ages was raging on between two Smashers, each legends, each known for their popularity, each possessing power equal to the other, and each concentrated on beating the other in this battle that decided where they stood in the series. Mario, Wario, and Sonic watched in awe occasionally taking a sip from their large drinks, or a bite from their Big Macs hungry for a true battle, and because their stomachs hadn't eaten anything since six o'clock in the morning. Lucina and Blue decided to leave the morons to satisfy their own needs, going out on another random shopping spree to pass the time; hopefully coming back to the calm aftermath of the raging battle.
"They've been at it for a good ten minutes," replied Wario, inhaling his Big Mac in one breath, sucking down his drink equally as fast." This might be one of the battles in Smash that nobody is going to win."
"Yeah, but they're holding onto that thing like its their lifeline, or better yet, their only love," agreed Sonic, spinning his Big Mac around while taking a sip from his drink." They're stronger than Ganondorf and Bowser!"
"Yeah, and we knew how that arm wrestling match went down," groaned Mario, remembering one of the darker days in the Smash Mansion." Blew us all away, literally."
"C'mon, Marth!" shouted Shulk, walking out of the bathroom after taking a brief intermission, pumping his fist into the air violently, and quickly." Show that big, round, pink ball who's the real boss with your small, scrawny, pipe cleaner arms!"
"Well, he's really feeling it," replied Mario, looking at Marth before turning to the fight." C'mon Kirby, fight for that food like it's your life! Which I think it is, but still fight!"
"YOU CAN'T HAVE THIS FOOD!" shouted Marth, placing one of his feet on Kirby's face, grunting loudly pulling with all his might." NOT UNTIL YOU PAY FOR IT LIKE A NORMAL PERSON LIVING IN A SOCIETY LIKE THIS!"
Kirby returned this by pulling twice as hard, biting Marth's heel, sinking his non existence teeth into his flesh; stepping backwards with such sheer force it could break Bowser's shell. Marth bellowed loudly, shaking his leg in an attempt to shake him off, never letting go of his grip on the tray of food that somehow managed to stay on the tray despite being in the middle of a tug-o'-war. See, Kirby never really pays for his food, he just orders everything off the menu, sucks it up then repeats the process until he's satisfied. The entire inventory's sucked dry before they even get through the day, causing them to lose money, and time they could be using for something else other than Kirby. So today, Marth decided to take matters into his own hands resulting in this battle.
"How are they not tired?" asked Mario." I mean yeah they're Smashers and everything, but wouldn't they be tired already?"
"Now that you mention it, why are they doing this in the first place?" asked Wario." And couldn't Kirby just kick Marth in the balls, then Fred Flintstone it the hell outta here?"
Realization dawned on Kirby as he released his hold on Marth, quickly kicking him in his balls, causing the Prince to release his hold on the tray; allowing Kirby the time to escape with the food in tow.
"I'll get you, you Pink Black Hole!" shouted Marth, waving his fist at Kirby, kneeling down in pain.
"Well, that was easy, and very pointless," replied Mario, walking away from the counter as business resumed like usual.