Sorry for the wait. Here's the next opposite.

Marth flipped through various television channels, wondering with all of his might exactly why he returned to the living room, of all places. He also wondered if the Ice Climbers broke any bones from their fall 10 minutes ago. Then he started wondering what was for dinner. After that he wondered when Luigi would come back inside. His flooded mind quickly switched back to dinner.

"It's not leftover night, is it? No, that's on Friday. And we had ziti yesterday; we should get something beefy today. Like…meatloaf, or Sloppy Joes. I hope its Sloppy Joes. Those things are awesome…"

As he stared at the cola commercial, he noticed two things. First, he had been daydreaming about food for longer than usual. Second, he wanted to see Pikachu's opposite.

"Yeah, that little rodent is…I'm not even-"

His little self-chat was interrupted by an incredibly loud whirring accompanied by a kind of grinding sound. They came from the kitchen. Marth turned off the TV, vowed not to return to the couch for the rest of the day, and, once in the kitchen, saw Pikachu and Pichu making fruit smoothies with a blender powered by Pikachu. (He liked conserving energy that wasn't his own, for some reason. Also, the plug was out of his view.)

"Think it'll taste good? Huh?" asked an excited Pichu.

"I really hope so. All of these fruits are good by themselves, so they should taste good iced and blended, right?" said Pikachu.

"Yeah, but I keep thinking we're forgetting something. Shouldn't we have peeled the fruits first?"

Pikachu thought for a moment.

"Like the banana?"

Pikachu thought for a moment.

"And the orange?"

Pikachu thought for a moment. Pichu sighed as his excitement melted into regret.

"Excuse me?"

Pikachu stopped powering the blender to respond to Marth. "Hey Marth! What's going on?"

"Too much."

"Hey, what's that? Huh?" Pichu asked, pointing to the bizarre statue Marth cradled.

"This? It's…I don't know. I found it when we were cleaning up."

Damn, another lie. But I did find it.

"Can we see?" both rodents asked simultaneously.

"Yeah, sure. You both can see."

And they both did see. They both looked into the mirror, and like the Ice Climbers before them, attained nothing. The two wobbled a bit before the effect came into…effect.

Pichu burst into tears, while Pikachu stared on.

"What the hell are you crying for?" asked Pikachu.

"EVERYTHING SUCKS!" Pichu sobbed. Pikachu slapped Pichu with a shock.

"STOP CRYING!"

"I CAN'T! I'M TOO (beep)IN' SAD!"

Pikachu slapped him again. "Control yourself, fool!"

Marth watched in light amusement. Pichu's crying devolved into watery eyes and sniffling. Pikachu glared at Marth.

"What?"

"What?"

"I said what."

"So did I."

"Tryin' to start somethin'?"

"…No…"

"That's what I thought. Don't look at me."

Marth continued looking at Pikachu.

"I said turn away."

"Make me."

Pikachu got ready to launch a Thunder Wave, but Marth pinned Pikachu to the fridge with the blunt side of his blade. Pichu started crying again.

"WHY MUST THIS WORLD BE SO VIOLENT? WHYYYYYYYYYYYY?"

"SHUT UP!" Marth and Pikachu yelled. Pichu did the opposite of what he was told. Marth sighed in frustration.

"I can't take much more of this…"

Pikachu tried moving around, but was pinned tight by his neck, and if he moved the wrong way, he would slit it by accident.

"You punk mother(beep)er! Put me down!"

"You be quiet too!" Marth bashed Pikachu's head against the chrome refrigerator, knocking him out. He quickly walked over to the wailing mini-rat.

"No! I don't wanna die! I DON"T-"

Marth knocked him out with the blunt side of his blade, and sheathed it. Mario rushed into the room.

"Where'd all that crying come from?"

"Pichu stubbed his toes again."

"Oh, okay." Mario walked away and yelled "He stubbed his toes again!". Several sighs of relief came from upstairs. Marth sighed and returned to the living room couch. He almost sat down.

"Oh, right, the vow! All right then, let me look for Fox…"

Well, now you know who's next…