Yep. Chapter 7. Let's go.

"Marth, what is going on?"

Samus was confused about the little make out fest she was witnessing.

"Great. Now I have to stop," Marth thought. He broke the kiss between Peach and him.

"Hold on a sec. What does it look like?"

"Making out. With the wrong…people," Samus answered.

"Yep."

Mario and Zelda were in their own little make out world.

"…Uh-huh. What is that?" Samus pointed to the small statue on the couch beside Marth.

"Statue," Marth answered with a smile.

"Could that be why those guys are knocked out in the courtyard?"

"No, I did that."

"…Why?"

"They…uh…well, it's a little hard to explain…"

"I bet it is. Well, you better hope they wake up soon before the boss gets here."

Shit! I totally forgot about him! This isn't good. If I get caught…

"What'll they do to me?"

"What?"

"Oh…did I say that out loud?"

"What does it look like?" Samus smirked. Marth chuckled nervously.

"Yeah…"

Then Peach made the grave mistake of speaking.

"Who are you?" she asked.

Samus looked at her in shock.

"All this making out is melting your brain," she said with a chuckle.

Marth quickly covered Peach's mouth.

"Yeah, she's better off not talking, you know? Hey, can you do me a favor? Can you put this up? Thanks a lot," Marth said rather quickly, tossing the statue at Samus and continuing to make out with Peach.

Samus caught the statue without looking at the mirror.

"Sure, whatever," she said, walking away.

"Mmm" was all she heard Marth say. She twisted the statue every which way as she walked to the kitchen, wondering why Peach didn't remember her. They were sort of friends. Samus knew Peach through Zelda, but to totally forget…that…did…

Samus's thoughts had faded when she turned the mirror towards her eyes. Her walking had slowed until she totally stopped.

No strength.

No feeling.

Nothing.

In the living room, Marth heard a thud down the hall. He ignored it.

7 seconds later, he heard approaching footsteps. He ignored it.

5 seconds afterwards, he was tackled off the couch, hard, by Samus, who was laughing. He wanted to ignore that, but the slight headache kept reminding him.

"Ha! I got you!"

Samus was sitting on top of Marth, laughing. Marth groaned.

"Why did you get me? Ow…"

"It's Tackle Tag! Aren't you playing?"

"..."

Marth tried to push Samus off (with Peach's help) but she wouldn't budge.

"No, I'm not."

"Get off of him!" exclaimed Peach.

"Okay, fine." Samus got up and looked over at Mario and Zelda, still making out. She ran over, picked Zelda up by her arm, and tackled her.

"Bitch, what the hell is wrong with you?" Zelda said, straining words. Samus was lying on top of Zelda.

"It's a game I made! Tackle Tag! Wanna play?"

"No…and get your titties outta my face!"

"Sorry." Samus quickly got up. "There's gotta be someone that wants to play…" She ran upstairs to look for more victims- um, participants.

"Come on, babe. She's got the right idea," said Mario.

Zelda thought about that for a few seconds.

"Oh…"

Mario took Zelda's hand and ran upstairs to his room. Marth looked at them from the floor.

"That took forever…"

"Sweetie, are you okay? Can you stand?" asked Peach.

"Not yet…"

"Then I'll just have to come down."

Peach got on top of Marth and the making out commenced. Again. Sheesh…

In the hallway, Marth could hear Yoshi humming.

"Hey, who left this mirror here?" Yoshi said. Within 10 seconds, a thud was heard.

"Wow," Marth thought, "I didn't even try that time."

That be all. See ya.