1Sephiroth was very upset. He was at the moment looking for a hamburger that he had promised the Demon King. After the embarassment of having a blubber thing chucked at him, he was now helping the one who had chucked it to fill his overly large stomach. And in knowing the Demon King's real name, he had been disturbed to find that this was not, in fact, a truly evil creature, just incdredibly stupid.
"So, Charles, what again does a "hamburger" look like? Is it an animal? Perhaps a desert?"
"You don't know what a hamburger is? What do you eat? Hamburgers are like an important part of my life!"
"Well, truth be known, I do rather like chocolate pie."
"Ooh, that sounds good. But hamburgers are the best."
"What are hamburgers though?"
The Demon King spent several minutes explaining to Sephiroth exactly how a hamburger is made, what it looks like, and finally, what a cow is.
"Wow," said Sephiroth. "But that's just brilliant. You murder an animal and then cook it's insides in a deep fryer, meanwhile dooming your arteries. It's perfectly evil. We shall have to find one of these so I can try it."
"You lost me on the word brilan- brillin- borilalant. . ."

They walked through Mario Land, all the while slashing random squishy things. At one point they ran into a blooper, causing Sephiroth to scream like he was posessed and chop it into a million pieces. Finally, Sephiroth saw something that nearly made him faint. It was something that he had been deprived of for far too long.
Up ahead was a large black castle. It reeked of the word evil. Towers with no windows were covered in iron spikes, and in place of a simple flag on the pole there was a piece of cloth shaped like a head. The head had a spiky black collar and the face of destruction. The two visitors were positively delighted.
"It's like. . . pure destruction," said the Demon King incredulously.

"What's incrudly- incuredler- ink- ink-"
-Shut up. throws goomba at Demon King-
"Owe!"

"It's the only thing in this place that isn't either marshmellows or stupid fat blobs." Sephiroth came up and stared at a large metal spike lovingly.
"I agree." The Demon King tried to process an idea for a moment. "Hey, wait a second. . . ?"
The door swung open freely and welcomed them with an eerie sqeek. Inide it was dark and cold, with a red velvet carpet covering the hallways. Guards covered in spiks, with red glowing eyes, awaited them.
Sephiroth saw them and became wary. "Hello. . ." He stepped up toward one of them.
The guard looked very tired. He pulled out a notecard. "Are you a freind/prisinor of the lord Bowser?" he read.
"Yes. Sure. Of course," replied Sephiroth.
"Okay," said the guard. "Carry on then."