Fox cowered behind his computer to try and put as much distance between he and Peach as possible. She was screaming more than Fox wanted her to scream. Fox preferred to not scream at all, but if Peach had to scream, he preferred it be done not in his face. Unfortunately, Peach was too busy screaming at Fox to care what his views were on screaming.

"What is your problem!" Fox said, backing out of his chair and reaching for something to wake him up. He found coffee and burned his hand. "Listen, what are you screaming about? Why aren't my earplugs working?"

Peach continued to scream. Fox continued to cover his ears, until he clamped a hand across Peach's lips. "What, on God's green Earth, is your problem? Why in the name of hell were you screaming at me?"

Peach seemed ashamed. "I forget." She said, sat down and thought. Fox gawped. "You forgot, you, you, you.." he struggled and then shouted "Forgot?"

"Oh yeah, I remember now, Captain Falcon isn't dead."

Fox gawped again. "Like hell he isn't dead. He's a pancake on the sidewalk."

"No he staggered in here and tipped over."

Fox looked around frantically. Peach rolled her eyes.

"Not this office, idiot. My office."

Fox rubbed his ears. "That explains the screaming. I need an aspirin.

"I don't have any." Dr. Mario told him with a shrug.

"Fox shoved his chair back and roared in his face "You don't have any aspirin? Than what the hell good are you?"

"I'm very good. I sold it all to Kirby at fifteen bucks a case. I only payed six dollars for them. Don't tell him."

"I won't." Fox promised

"He's screwing you over, you know." Fox told Kirby after he bought an aspirin case from him.

"How so?"

"He only paid six bucks and sold them to you at double cost and then some. You got the short end of the stick."

"No, you got the short end of the stick. I just sold you aspirin for twenty dollars. I only paid fifteen."

"Oh."

Kirby leaned back in his chair and put his little red feet on the desk. "You're the only one getting screwed."

"Get your feet off the desk. It's bad manners." said Mario as he walked by the office.

Kirby leaned forward. "I'm also selling the donuts. The junta finally paid off."

"Does Falco know?"

"How do you think I got the $300 for the aspirin?"

Fox's jaw dropped. "Three hundred dollars? How many donuts did you give him?"

"Half a dozen."

"That's fifty bucks per donut."

"The guy is desperate."

"I was desperate." Falco said as he paced the tiny office he was in.

"I figured that." Fox said and rolled his eyes. "Three hundred dollars for six donuts."

"I really needed one." Falco said emotionally. "I was drained. I needed donuts. Not plain donuts. Plain donuts suck."

"But did you need six?"

"Yes. God Yes. I needed every last crumb. That's why when you came in I was licking the desk."

"I was wondering about that, too."

"How am I gonna make six hundred dollars?"

"Three hundred.." Fox corrected.

"No, six hundred. I spent another three hundred on a bottle of Pepto-Bismol. Aparently the donuts didn't sit too well."

"Since when do you have Pepto-Bismol, too?" Fox yelped at Kirby as Kirby took a bite out of a donut.

"Since I got it from Dr. Mario."

"He sold you Pepto-Bismol, too?"

"Not sold, gave. He has an addiction problem."

"He's addicted to Pepto-Bismol?"

"No, he's addicted to donuts."

"I see," said Fox, who really didn't.

"He's addicted to donuts. The donuts give him gastro-intestinal distress. So he gave me the Pepto-Bismol so that he couldn't eat anymore donuts. You see, he'd grow tired of the stomach problems and just stop eating donuts."

"Did it work?"

"No. I just sell him donuts and then sell him Pepto-Bismol. I sell it to him at half price because I feel bad. I'm really screwing him over big time."

"At least you have a conscience."

Fox left the office with a new respect for Kirby. He then realized that Captain Falcon was still alive and he wanted to see him before he died.

"Too late." said Link. "He's dead."

Fox sighed. He wondered if Kirby was screwing him over. He was right.