Hello. Here's my promised update/cliffhanger ender. But first, the responses:

KSFLZSCASTKRMPGZVTADEKVG- Oppisitized…I like that word.

Lacto3.1415- Well here's the next chapter for (insert "you" in French here).

Final Authority- …Good point. Ah, they'll probably wake up before that happens. Probably.

vicviper-pilot-S213- Thank you very much. You've made me much happier. And I promise that the insanity shall go on…

GerudoPrincess- Yes, I did. And stop being anxious…right after the last response.

AkatsukiAddict- Thanks. That was the plan.

On with the story!

When we left Marth, Peach, Mario, and Zelda, Mario was choking Marth, Peach was trying to break it up, and Zelda took Marth's role of laughing at others' expenses.

Not much had changed since then.

But Peach had enough. She took out her golf club.

"You leave my darling alone!"

Mario loosened his grip.

"Darli-"

Whack!

Mario went flying into a wall. And Zelda still laughed.

"I don't understand," Mario said, a little dizzy. He shook his head and rose. "Why did-a you hit-a me, Peach?"

"You're trying to hurt my baby!" She hugged Marth again, who was on the floor coughing.

"How did-a this happen?"

"I've always loved Marth. From the first day I met him."

Mario gave Marth a sad and confused (but more confused) look. Marth stuck his tongue out at Mario.

"I never knew…"

"Trust me, neither did I. But I'm not complaining." Marth proceeded to make out with Peach. Mario looked on in shock and horror. And Zelda was in hysterics.

Marth and Peach made out for about 4 minutes. Mario was totally speechless. A single tear came out of his eye.

"I'm sorry…but I love him."

"Yeah. Don't act like you never wanted to be with someone else."

"Someone…else?" Honestly, Mario had never planned this. He had no Plan B.

"Sure. I mean, you don't look that bad. You could get any girl."

"Any girl that's not pretty."

"Look at yourself." Marth tossed the mirror at Mario, trying not to laugh. "You look like hell. Fix your face and move o-" They started making out again. Mario looked into the mirror.

No strength.

No feeling.

No caring by Marth at the moment.

Nothing.

Eventually, Mario regained consciousness.

"Well, it's about time! Stupid bitch."

Marth and Peach said nothing (except for some pleasurable moans).

"No one cares about your ass anyway."

Marth stopped.

"I'm glad you understand." Marth continued.

Zelda walked over to Mario.

"It's about time someone said it," she said.

"I know, right? She's a (beep) idiot. Who gets captured that many times? Who? A (beep) idiot, that's who!"

"You…are so (beep) hot."

"Thanks…I know…" Mario looked at the ground, the angle rendering his eyes covered by the front of his cap. It was relevant.

"Come here."

"That's what I'm talkin' about." Mario and Zelda began making out on the floor (except theirs was more…extreme). Basically, there was a make out fest in the living room.

And Samus walked in on it.

She stared at Marth and Peach, then Mario and Zelda, then back again. 7 times.

"That's weird. First those guys out back, now this…"

"Damn," Marth thought, "this is really hard to maintain. But I'm happy!"

Yeah…see ya.