Whoa! It's been awhile.
I do not own any smash brothers character.
Ganondorf was walking on a minefield, being blown up while holding a transponder unit that drew missile fire.
He turned to the ghost of Franklin D. Roosevelt, who apparently only he could see.
"So, if I do this, I'll defeat Link?"
The former president, looking incredibly mad, shook his head. "You idiot! I said I needed directions to Washington!"
Ganondorf game a crisp salute. "I think you for supporting my dreams of world domination, sir!"
The ghost growled and floated away.
Ganondorf tried running after him. "Wait!" he screamed. "What do I do about the pink tutu?"
Just then, a floating cloud burst apart. Inside were flashlights…that shot…uh…light. And they were all shining on Ganondorf.
"Ha!" he boasted. "Is this supposed to hurt me?"
No, it was not. However, being blown up by Patriot missiles probably did more than tickle him.
"Hey, Kirby!" shouted a leprechaun, "you suck!"
Technically, the leprechaun was right. Still every time someone said that, it seemed so insulting.
So Kirby ordered a napalm strike on the leprechaun
An f-14 roars by and dumps a load of liquid fire onto the annoying pest.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!" screamed the creature. "IT'S COLD!"
Kirby scratched his head, than did a little dance, made a little love, and got down tonight.
A passing music executive, in his limo, was watching the entire spectacle. He pointed a finger at Kirby and turned to his assistant.
"Johnson, hire, promote, and fire that thing!"
The slab of concrete he called 'Johnson' fell over and destroys the floor of the limo.
The executive gave a loud guffaw.
"I like the way your thinking, Johnson!"
The executive took out a machine gun and riddled 'Johnson' with bullets.
He looks somberly at 'Johnson.' "And that's why I can't allow you to live."
He signals to the limo driver who nodded. They both got out of the vehicle and danced with Kirby.
"Hello sir," greeted the cheerful cashier, "welcome to NcEonalds."
G&W took out his scimitar and made a swipe at the cashier. The cashier ducked and took out her katana. They dueled like any sword masters would: unyielding, and consumed by their deadly waltz.
It was interrupted when the manager came out and canned her right on the spot.
"What did I do?" she complained.
"You just killed everyone here! That's bad for business!"
So they left the restaurant.
The fired cashier turned to G&W.
"Hey, I just noticed you're not really human!"
G&W shook his head.
The restaurant itself remained open. The blood frightened the regular patrons, but not as much as the demons and divorce lawyers that suddenly frequented the restaurant.