…I'm just gonna get to it…

Marth walked down the basement steps to where Fox was located. The target room was, obviously, in the basement of the mansion, where, obviously, no one (important/intelligent) could be shot. Fox liked practicing with his trusty Blaster whenever possible. Marth remembered that after Fox came back from Sauria, he just went up to his room and didn't come out for almost 4 months. He ate and slept and (probably) used the bathroom, but that's it.

The blue-haired guy with the statue opened the thick, lead door leading to an all white room with many, many, many different targets. A lot of them were cardboard cutouts of Wolf O'Donnell, which he got off the Internet. Some were actual targets. A few were cutouts of Pikachu.

Fox was shooting moving Wolf heads 150 meters away (yes, the room was big). Marth watched for several minutes in silence. Fox was pretty proud of himself and his long-range skills.

"Yeah! Right between the eyes! Can't get away from the Fox! Oh, tryin' to hide behind a wall? Not happening!" Blast. "All up in your nose! Wolfens suck! What is a Wolfen anyway? Wait, don't tell me. I'll open your brain and see what's inside!" He picked up a missile launcher.

"Jeez, Fox, chill out."

Fox jumped. He didn't manage to hear the loud door close. "Why didn't you tell me you came in?"

"…You have problems."

"You want some of me?" Fox pointed the missile launcher at Marth's dome. Marth quickly sliced it in half.

"What do you want, Marth?"

"Just wanted to show you this." Marth showed his empty right hand to Fox.

"What, this old thing?" Fox already obtained the statue without anyone noticing. Including me.

"…Yeah, that old thing."

Fox soon looked directly into that mirror Marth loved so much. He dropped the half of the missile launcher he was still grasping, and collapsed completely. Marth just watched for the entire 8 seconds it took.

Fox stood up observed the moving Wolf heads 150 meters away.

"I could never shoot that from here. I suck too much."

Marth still watched. Fox looked at Marth.

"Um…so…you have a sword."

"Yeah. Falchion is one of the greatest blades ever known."

"Cool…I wish I could be as cool as you."

Yeah, he's changed.

"Can you teach me to be cool and not a total loser?"

"Yeah, he's really changed."

"Huh?"

"…What do you want to learn?"

"I don't know…just…cool stuff."

"Follow me. This is gonna rule."

"Huh?"

Upstairs

"In order to be cool, you MUST be able to beat up Kirby."

Kirby's Room

"Who's Kirby?"

Marth pointed to the pink ball sleeping in his bed.

"But he's sleeping."

"So?"

"That'd be rude to wake him up just to beat him up."

"No it wouldn't. It'd be cool."

"Are you sure…?"

"Does Falchion lie?"

Fox stared at the sword in awe. "All right, I'll do it." Fox tapped Kirby on the head. He didn't wake up. He started poking him hard, to no avail. He shot him. Nothing. Then he did something very simple.

He pulled the sheets off him. Kirby turned over.

"What?" he mumbled through his pillow.

"I'm kind of on a quest to be cool."

"So?"

"So…I have to beat you up."

"…What?"

Fox kicked Kirby into the wall. Upon contact, Kirby bounced off the wall and kicked Fox right in the head. He fell to the floor dazed. Marth looked at the downed vulpine.

"Tsk tsk. Guess coolness isn't in your nature…cause you got knocked the hell out."

Fox became unconscious. Kirby got off of Fox, looked at Marth, looked at the statue, looked at Fox, looked at the statue, looked at Marth, looked at Fox, looked at his bed, and looked at Marth. Then he crawled back into bed and went back to sleep.

Marth wiped his forehead and sighed.

"Get out," mumbled Kirby. Marth left Kirby's room, dragging Fox with him. Luckily, Link was passing by.

"Drop this off please." Marth handed Link Fox's foot. Link grabbed it, sighed wearily, and turned back around.

"Thanks plenty. Now who should I do?"

Hmm…hmm…I wonder…yeah, this one was short…