Disclaimer: I own Mario Bros.. It is mine.
"The weather forecast today calls for blue skies..."
Mario leaped from his bed with astonishing speed and put on his least favorite overalls. He rocketed down the slightly cramped mushroom bungalow himself and Luigi called home. Luigi, hearing the galloping of his grossly overweight brother, stirred out of his twin mattress. He looked around his lime green room searching for answers as to why the author isn't continuing the story from the last chapter. he disregarded it, as he should, and exited his bedroom.
Mario noticed his petite brother entering their oversized kitchen and greeted, "Good morning, petite brother entering our oversized kitchen!" The greener brother looked at his overweight companion and complained " Why did you greet me with detail?"
Mario pondered this.
After years upon years of searching for answers Mario could not find one.
Mario began cooking his French toast and told his brother about the beautiful forecast for the day. Luigi, sitting at their breakfast table, looked up from the Mushroom Times paper and explained to him that the day he was referencing happened ages ago. Mario dropped his toaster oven. Because he was holding it. "Luigi, you just triggered a Super Mario Galaxy flashback."
Luigi killed himself. again