Well this took a while. Huh. Don't have too many chapters left.

Marth was eating, finally. He had been doing the opposite thing for a while now, and he needed some recharging. Just one cheeseburger would do fine. And he made the best cheeseburgers in the mansion, rivaling Peach's.

"Ah…Peach…"

Oh, not again. Just eat your damn food.

"Okay, fine. Dream crusher."

Marth continued eating his burger, still wondering what the hell Mewtwo was doing.

"She's so pretty…"

Mewtwo. His whereabouts remained unknown, which sucked for the mission. The pointless, selfish mission. Marth finished his burger in 7 minutes, and then went off in search of someone un-opposited. Un-oppositized. Un…something.

He began searching for Young Link.

He searched for 7 minutes. After the interval had passed, he heard Young Link's grunts coming from the fitness room. He walked to the room, wondering what he could be doing in there. Well, apparently, Young Link was trying to get some muscle. He was lifting weights.

"36…37…"

The little hero was lifting a little weight. But it looked heavy as he slowly lifted it with his right arm. Marth walked over to him.

"39…ah, 40." Young Link set his weight down slowly. "Good workout."

Marth picked up the weight with little difficulty.

"This thing is only 8.8 grams." He scoffed.

"Hey! I need to start out small if I want to become buff later," Young Link said.

"You're not that buff. Considering your older form. That must mean you eventually either stopped or found something else to do with your life."

"…" Young Link whined. "I wanna be buff…then maybe I can get some more idolization around here."

Hmm…

"Do you consider yourself weak?" Marth asked.

"You sound like a guy in an infomercial," the little Link laughed.

"Well?"

"…Only a little."

"Have you tried everything? Exercise? Protein? Boxing?"

"Uh-huh."

"Little buddy…I think I can help you reach your potential. With this." Marth showed Young Link the glowing statue that was accompanied by a heavenly chorus from somewhere. Young Link gasped and his eyes twinkled. Then he looked into the mirror.

Not too much twinkling there.

It took 12 seconds for the effect to begin. And it began with a low growl.

"…Uh…"

Young Link punched Marth right in his chest plate, sending him flying out of the room and into a wall. He watched, his body slightly hurting and stiff, as Young Link picked up one of DK's weights with one arm. He pointed at Marth with the other.

"You! Weakling!"

"Weak?" Marth pried himself out of the wall and limbered himself by stretching. "Who are you calling weak?" He then had to dodge the previously mentioned weight before it smashed his head. "That's the second time…in half an hour…that something heavy's been thrown at me."

"Shut up!" He stomped towards Marth. "Or am I gonna have to make you be quiet?"

"Yeah, I wanna see this."

Young Link grabbed Marth's pinkie and twisted it.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow…ah…"

"I can break it like a banana. You gonna be quiet and listen?"

"Okay, okay, ow, okay, ow, ow, ow…" The grip was released. Marth breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, listen up. You wanna be a beefcake like me?"

Marth snickered.

"Well?"

"Not really. I'm fond of my figure."

"Yeah, I bet. With looks like that, you could be my wife."

As mad as this made Marth, he still found it funny and snickered again.

"As I was saying, if you wanna be a beefcake like me, you gotta work at it. You gotta be able to slap your nuts and laugh your ass off! Are you listening?" Young Link yelled.

Marth didn't know whether to respond with a statement or a salute.

"Yeah, sure I am."

"Where was I? Oh, right, the nuts." Young Link slapped himself in his groin and laughed heartily. Then abruptly stopped. "You got a long way to go. First you gotta stop wearing all of that makeup. Then the real workouts can begin. Come back in an hour with appropriate attire."

"Hey wait a-"

"You'll be moving mountains in no time!"

"But-"

"One hour, weakling. One hour."

Marth looked at Young Link like he was crazy. And he was. Then he walked away.

"I'm not coming back."

"Oh, yes you are! If you value your health…"

"I'm beginning to question that value. Bye!"

Young Link power walked towards Marth and turned him around quickly. He held him up by his neck, but didn't strangle him.

"You're dead."

"Not again…" Marth showed Young Link the mirror and reverted him to normal. Then he ran away. Very fast. When Young Link came to, he observed the hole in the wall behind him, and grinned.

"One of these days, I'll be that strong…"

Yeah, right. Oh wait…