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Marth now waited on Kirby's small bed for Kirby to stop looking through his closet. For some reason Marth didn't care about, Kirby was mad. He angrily pulled out some candy wrappers.

"Now I have to wait until I get paid again to get more candy!"

Marth said nothing.

"What's your problem?"

Marth still said nothing.

Kirby walked up to Marth and slapped him.

Marth still said nothing.

"Get out. Now."

"Wait." Marth rose. "There's something I want you to see first."

Kirby sighed. "What? What could be so important that you have to stay in…"

No strength.

No feeling.

You get it by now.

Let's see how this little pink thing really is…

"Hello..?" Marth wanted to see this. Badly.

"What the (beep) are you lookin' at?" Kirby said, eyeing Marth up and down.

"You," Marth responded with a smirk.

"You got a problem, fool? Huh, bitch?"

Marth snickered.

"Oh, that's it. You think it's funny, mother(beep)?"

Marth started laughing. "Duh!"

Kirby jumped at Marth's head, but since Marth bent backwards, Kirby crashed into the wall face-first. Marth continued laughing. Kirby pried himself out of the wall and growled.

"Stop laughing at me, you asshole!"

"Why don't you make me?" Marth said, making a face. Kirby ran towards Marth's right foot, but he got stepped on. And then kicked back into the same spot on the wall.

"You suck," Marth said, still finding this hilarious.

Kirby re-pried himself from the wall and growled again.

"Where's my gat?"

"Oh, you can't be serious," Marth said, chuckling.

"Stop (beep) laughing at me!"

"You're so cute when you're pissed."

Kirby growled again, with a higher pitch. He started to cry.

"Shut up! Just SHUT UP!"

Kirby ran away in a fit of sad anger. Marth stared at him as he kicked Mr. Game & Watch in the knee before running off. The 3-D figure rolled on his back, holding his knee and screaming in pain. Well, he looked like he was screaming, but since there was no sound, Marth left him there in his silent misery.

Where the hell did he go?

"Ow! Hey, don't pull those!"

Yeah, that's Bowser.

Marth jetted downstairs to the living room, where the sound was coming from. Bowser was watching television as Kirby was trying to yank Bowser's horns out of his skull.

"OW! Damn, that hurts!"

"This is what happens when you look at me funny. HAVE WE LEARNED OUR (beep) LESSON?"

"YES! GOD! GET OFF!"

Bowser grabbed Kirby and threw him into the new television. (It breaking was nothing special. They had a whole stockpile of TV's.) It exploded upon impact, and Kirby was shocked silly. Marth grimaced.

"He started it," said Bowser, walking away.

Kirby twitched. At least he was alive. And with that knowledge, Marth decided to find somebody else. Like DK.

Well…a week. Bye.