SSBM GAME SHOWS!
Part 28! The Price is Completely Wrong in an Almost Absolute Manor!
Disclaimer: I own nothing… except 847 body fat… which was thought physically impossible until now (that's a lie just in case you are a moron)
Reviews: DO I CARE!
Eternal Smasher: I may have two part 8s but the fact is those are parts not chapters… basically I can do WHAT I WANT!
razzkat: that's sad… and if they delete this I will simply get a good friend of mine to hack them… (oh dear I could be banned for saying that) oh fine I would never do such a thing… but they just better not mess with me… I WILL KILL ALL WHO ATTEMPT TO STEAL MY FREEDOMS!
Wondering Girl: I would say I miss you if I missed movies… but I really don't miss movies so I don't miss you… and the trip sucked… but I'll get over that
Pirate Goddess chick: yes… I HAVE died of everything known to mankind… or for the creeps that wont get off my back… people-kind as there happens to be a SLIGHT teeny weenie little bit more women than men on earth… maybe…
DPL: you didn't review but I would like to say I am entirely completely sorry for calling you a name that was mean and demeaning… but I will do it again to someone… SO HA!
Druid with no xp: you cant take gold stars from me… I OWN ALL GOLD STARS AND RESERVE THE RIGHT TO ANYTHING!… and now I slap you, you earned a place in the story!… don't cry though…
Numdenu: HEY! YOU DIDN'T DRINK THAT ROY BLOOD! HE SACRIFICED FOR YOU AND NOW YOU GO OFF AND JUST IGNORE IT! HOW DARE YOU!
pkmn7haku123: YAY! I changed the life of one person… REEL BIG FISH PWN ALL!… although I do not have that particular CD… oh crap… (goes out and buys 'Cheer Up!')
GOLD STARS:
You all start with 5...
Druid gets nothing… HAHA… oh and I steal back all of the crap you've EVER stolen from me… that's right… that purple toothpick of mine that was build from magic pixy bones IS MINE AGAIN!
pkmn7haku123 can have druid's stars… and his TV
Sorry about a long break… school starts tomorrow and I must… something… hmm…
REEL BIG FISH!
"WELCOME TO THE PRICE IS WRONG! ITS TRUE! ITS WRONG! THESE PRICES ARE SO WRONG ITS MORE OF A RANDOM NUMBER GUESSING GAME THAN A COMMON SINCE GAME! AND FOR THOSE WHO CARE! I HAVE RECENTLY STARTED A JIHAD AGAINST ANTARTICA!" Crazy Hand yelled as a crowd filled with people labeled 'crowed for hire… by Wal-Mart' applauded and screamed and hooted and jeered and booed and cheered and laughed and oozed and puked.
"TODAYS CONTESTANTS ARE STERIOTYPICAL SWORDSMEN FROM FAKE LANDS THAT HAVE RECENTLY BEEN DESTROYED BY CRAZY BANNANA PEOPLE WITH GREEN DAY TATOOS!" Crazy Hand continued as the crowd pretended to care.
Roy walked on screen and bowed so low his back snapped and he fell over dead.
Link walked on screen and he waived his sword proudly and ended up accidentally killing his fairy… (whoever you want to imagine was his fairy at the time… even if it isn't one that was ACTUALLY his fairy… in fact you could pretend the fairy was mister Rodgers if you were on crack or something…) this caused him to scream in terror and then start crying as the crowed laughed like 'civilized' people would.
"This is SOO lame…" Druid2457642366312155763 said waiving his eyes and circling his hands… of course doing such a thing causes extreme lactose phobia of the botanical acetified degree which is a rare form of cancer which you can get by waiving eyes and circling hands as a person infected with extreme lactose phobia of the botanical acetified degree passes gas at exactly 147 meters distance from you… it causes you to loose weight at exactly 12457 lbs a minute… this caused an implosion to happen where Druid2457642366312155763 used to be… the entire crowed was wiped out… leaving blood and hats everywhere.
Marth walked on screen with a dictionary reading as hard as he could.
"HEY! YOU CANT USE THAT HERE! IT'S A CHEATING MATERIAL!" Crazy Hand screamed.
"How am I supposed to cheat with a DICTIONARY when this is a PRICE NAMING GAME!" Marth yelled… but as soon as he was finished 50 wire frames ran up and made off with the dictionary… being wire frames they did not have the structural integrity to retain the significant weight of such a substantial load of manuscript… and so they all malformed in a futile attempt purloin the writings.
"I am probably the only one who understands that as most people on Fanfiction don't even recognize fundamental words" Marth said as Link just slapped him quiet as he had a relatively copious headache from all the sizeable and significant words.
(yes many of those words should be obvious… but just so you know my spell check doesn't have a problem with this yet)
"SHUT UP ALREADY!" Link cried as he lay in the fetal position whining and rocking back and forth sucking his thumb.
Y. Link walked on screen holding a bottle of Lon-Lon Milk. To Y. Links disappointment the milk slipped out of his hand and crashed on the ground. As Y. Link cried a bunch of cats ran up and started licking the milk from the ground… sadly there was glass mixed in with this milk and the cats exploded… we still don't know why.
Gannondorf walked on screen and waived his tri-force of power as people questioned the aptitude of his being here.
"THAT'S RIGHT! I USE A SWORD!… ALTHOUGH I NEVER GOT TO PULL IT OUT ON SSBM BECAUSE THE PRODUCERS WERE TOO MENTAL TO GIVE ME AN ORIGANAL MOVE SET!" Gannondorf yelled and held his hand in the air. Sadly he dropped his tri-force of power into a inconveniently placed blender… causing him to shrivel in pain turning into a lurpy green stick-figure.
"NOOO!" Gannondorf cried before he shriveled into dust.
"HAHA! SPEAKING OF WITCH! OR WHICH! WHICHEVER YOU DECIDE I SHOULD SAY!… THE BLENDER YOU JUST WATCHED CRUNCH UP GANNONDORFS TRI-FORCE OF POWER IS OUR FIRST ITEM!… HOW MUCH DO YOU THINK IT IS WORTH!" Crazy Hand yelled to the contestants.
"$734.83!" Link yelled… obviously he has no clue about the worth of dollars as he has used rupees for all his life… of course he has no clue about rupees either as he lives in a world where randomly slicing bushes, killing soldiers, and other miscellaneous tasks can make people rich.
"$20" Marth guessed.
"A BABIES SOUL!" Y. Link yelled out as everyone stared at him in horror.
"HAHA!… WELL IT LOOKS LIKE MARTH HAD HIS DICTIONARY OUT SO HIS GUESS WONT COUNT!… OF COURSE THAT DOESN'T MATTER BECAUSE Y. LINK GUESSED CORECTLY!… WE BOUGHT THIS PARTICULAR MODEL OF BLENDER USING A BABIES SOUL…" Crazy Hand yelled as the crowd gasped… of course there was no crowd so there was no gasping.
"Y. LINK HAS EARNED A FREE GIRLFRIEND!" Crazy Hand yelled. Just then a squad of crazy looking freaks that on first glance you would think were men (think sheik… actually sheik is there… WOW!) busted into the room with mini-guns… the guns were so mini that they couldn't fit bullets into them and so ended up just shoving needles in the barrels.
"YOU CANT SELL GIRLS!" Sheik screamed.
"YEA!… AND WHILE WE'RE AT IT YOU CANT DO ANYTHING THAT SLIGHTLY OFFENDS ANY GIRL IN AMERICA EVEN IF YOU DON'T KNOW YOU ARE OFFENDING THEM!" some random freak yells before getting slapped by Sheik.
"Now now… equality and stuck up bitch are two different things… AND WE ARE STUCK UP BITCHES!" Sheik said before Crazy Hand just shot them all with missiles and got back to the game.
"OK! NOW WE WILL LOOK AT THIS ENGLISHMAN! HOW MUCH IS HE WORTH!"
"YOUR MOM!" Link screamed and then burst out laughing… then his heart burst out.
"SEVEN CENTS!" Marth yelled.
"YO MAMA!" Y. Link yelled.
"WELL… WHAT I WANT TO KNOW BEFORE I ANSWER THAT IS THIS… WHY DID LINK SCREAM AND YOU TWO JUST YELL!"
"Maybe because he died and we didn't…" Y. Link said.
"YES!… THAT'S IT!… WHATEVER!… MARTH SINCE YOU PUT THE DICTIONARY AWAY YOU GET IT… AN ENGLISHMAN IS WORTH NOTHING AND YOUR GUESS WAS THE LOWEST!" Crazy Hand yelled.
"I find that quite ruefully discomforting and courteously inquire an equitable contrition" some random British dude said because as we all know Brits are obsessive smart asses.
"Actually its probably because the author is Irish… and hates England simply because of that fact" Marth said…
And that's true…
Oh well…
"AND SINCE YOU TWO ARE TIED… AND I LIKE Y. LINK MORE… BECAUSE HE WEARS GREEN… Y. LINK WINS AND GOES ON FOR A CHANCE TO WIN A CHICKEN NUGGET!" Crazy Hand yelled and Marth's section of the floor opened and he fell to a spiky doom Mortal Kombat style… of course this took a long time seeing as how you always get FOREVER to choose to continue.
"OK Y. LINK! NOW THAT WE GOT RID OF THE DICTIONARY READING FOOL… HOW MUCH IS A WOODCHUCK WHO CHUCKS WOOD… DRIVING IN A PINK FERRARI MADE OUT OF CHEESE WITH SIX CHIPMUNK GANGSTAS WORTH!"
"A housewife…" Y. Link said after 27 hours of hard thinking.
"THAT'S TRUE… BUT WE RAN OUT OF TIME 26 HOURS AGO!… YOU GET NOTHING!… GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!… NOW!…" Crazy Hand screamed as he started blinking red.
Y. Link started running as fast as he could to get out of the house… but seeing as Crazy Hands house had 245 stories and they were on the 245 one he didn't make it in the minute he was given… and so they all blew up.
(AN: oh and just so you know… we held this in Crazy Hands house because our HUGE studio was destroyed last chapter… and Joeb is still on that rubber raft to Alaska.)
"OH COOL!" Mewtwo said from the directors booth as he had taken the Game Show business over with Joebs random defeat.
(somewhere in the North Pacific Ocean)
"I'm… So… Cold…" Joeb said as he cuddled with his teddy bear named 'Kazzjaf'
"Me… two…" Kazzjaf said.
Suddenly a large purple spaceship landed right on the raft and they all blew… (not up though)
YAY!…
I don't have time to add this part on though…
I'm in a hurry to get to bed so I can be at school on time tomorrow…
YAY!…
Oh and the advertisements are still alive just be patient with this busy son of a bitch