The Return of Ganondorf-The Wrong Way
Ganondorf returns…as a door-to-door salesman! Slightly humorous! Mostly crazyness!
Disclaimer!
I don't own any of the characters, Nintendo, or anything like that. The only thing I do own is my story—100 original!
Ganondorf.
Dark Lord.
Evil Ruler.
Master of sales?
Ah, yes. After a zillion years imprisonment, Ganondorf is free. And broke. Very, very broke. $1,457,750,345 in back taxes will do that to you.
So, as a very last resort, Ganondorf became…A door to door salesman!
We see our anti-hero at a small house, knocking on the door.
"Hello, sir or Madame. Might you be interested in buying our new and improved Dark Magic set?" Ganon read from a small script. "If you buy three, I'll throw in a free Timfort…triface…oh, jeez, I can't even read my own hand writing."
The man who answered the door slowly began to close the door as Ganondorf read off his paper. "Aha! A 'Triforce' of power! Hey, Hey, don't close that…door."
The door slammed in Ganon's face. He felt his face getting red. This was the third lost sale of the day.
The lost customer, who's name was Haban, strutted away. "Oh, I totally got rid of that idiotic salesman! I'm so good! I gots' mad skillz, yo!" he crowed.
Haban sat down…got himself a jar of Lon Lon milk…reclined on his chair…and had his brain slowly drip out his ears. The last victim of Ganondorf's dark magic.
To be continued…