4: Relativity Group
The third Mygdos had already slashed Bud and all of Mygdos Jr.'s monsters in two by the time the mouse got into the room. Seeing its fallen comrades, the rat prepared to exact revenge, but Mygdos I yelled for it to stop. "Guys, you're messing up my house! Can we do this outside?"

Mygdos III pointed his sword at Junior. "I don't care where we do this; just tell the kid to stop throwing his weird looking Moblins at me. Bad enough I have to deal with all these new people in Hyrule without them trying to attack me. You're worse than the old man."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, but you can't kill PokeMon! Now all I have is Pikachu. It's like starting all over again." Junior collapsed and started crying.

"Pikapiiii" the rabbit began charging before being hit in the eye with a boomerang.

"Oh, gross it's stuck!"

"Piiii! Piiii! Piiii!"

"Give me back my boomerang! This is too ironic."

The Mana Goddess finally got inside, caught sight of the carnage, and turned right around. "Look, you people can settle your own problems" she yelled on the way out.

"Hey, was she a princess? She was kind of hot." Mygdos and Junior stared at the vicious warrior as he tried to get a good peek at the Mana Goddess' fatty.

"So you've incapacitated the little bunny-thing. How about sheathing your sword?" Mygdos I was anxious to clean up his tattered abode.

"Oh, oh yeah, sure thing." Mygdos III put his gigantic shield over his shoulders, and was about to put away the sword when the author realized he forgot where the sword goes in TLOZII so he had to think of a convention to excuse this deficiency.

"Now's my chance," thought the 'son,' "Let me at him! For CHARIZARD." Junior leapt at Mygdos III, but the rat, still in agony over the boomerang embedded in its big, cute, brown eyes, ran in his path. Tripping over the protruding 'rang, Junior landed with a thud at The Third's feet, dislodging the weapon which in turn flew into its owners grasp.

"Wow, thanks man. The kids are alright."

Just as the plot looked like it was dying down, a young woman knocked at the door. Her hair was cropped in a --let's face it-- mannish way, but her burgundy dress and the apron-sized red handkerchief could not hide birthing-hips from either of the elder Mygdoses. "Look, I know we're not supposed to talk anymore but my boyfriend is..."

"A very lucky man," interrupted Mygdos III as he clasped her calloused hand and brought it to his lips, before in turn being interrupted by a smack from Mygdos the First.

"Dude, that's my sister!" Our erstwhile hero glared at his ex-adversary before saluting the new guest. "Millie, how ya been? Have you met my son?"

In spite of her aforementioned mate's undisclosed situation, the maid's love of animals took hold of her fancy. "What happened to that poor mouse's eye?"

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