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Chapter 4: Mr. Game and Watch

The crowd was cheering. The announcer had caught minor amnesia so he didn't know what he was doing.

"And in the right corner..." he began. "With the combined weight of a million pounds, hailing from parts unknown, Strong Mad and Strong bad!"

The crowd was confused.

"And in the left corner, with the combined weight of one hundred and four pounds, the hometown favorites, Homestar Runner and Pom Pom!"

"What's wrong with him?" the wireframes whispered.

"Not sure..."

Mr.Game and Watch was then launched out of the cannon. The massive noise must've snapped the announcer back to his senses.

"Oh...wait...this 2-D guy has moves?"

"Yeah...I've got all the latest moves!" Mr. Game and Watch started dancing.

"This guy sucks..."

"Not as bad as Captain Falcon!" said Game and Watch.

"True...all right, show your actual moves!"

Mr. Game and Watch stepped forward, and pulled out a 2-D frying pan. Two-dimensional food was launched out at the crowd, catching them all on fire, killing them all. The announcer got a hose and sprayed it and then replaced the crowd.

"Ok, that'll do. Now try a little more powerful move."

Mr. Game and watch pulled out a mini, flat black hammer, and pounded it on the announcer's head, not even making him flinch.

"You will not be put in the game with moves like that," said the announcer, annoyed.

Mr. Game and Watch took out a flag that said "7" on it, and a donut fell out. He ate it.

"Cool, there's like different types for that, right?" the announcer wondered aloud.

"Yeah," said Mr. Game and Watch. "I used to work in the races...I used those same signs."

"Why did you quit?"

"Because me and two friends were the only survivors after the first race."

"Where are your two friends?"

Two other flat people came in.

The announcer stroked his mustache. "Why don't they help you in this game? You're the smasher, so they'll only have a minor part."

Mr. Game and Watch looked up, curiously. "Whaddya say, you guys?"

His two speechless friends came up and pulled up a black line...thing, and Mr. Game and Watch jumped on it, and bounced up in the air.

"An excellent recovery move!" said the announcer, excitedly. He didn't think the black thing could pull it off. The crowd was screaming at the top of their lungs, which annoyed both Mr. Game and Watch and the announcer. The black dude pulled out a bell and started it ringing it loudly, getting the crowd angry.

"MY EARS!" screamed one.

"MY EYES!" screamed another.

"MY DIGNITY!" screamed some random wireframe.

"What's dignity got to do with this?" the announcer pondered.

But the audience of wireframes were still mad, therefore started throwing tomatoes into the boxing ring to get Mr. Game and Watch to stop; he did stop, but instead he pulled out a black bucket like object.

All the tomatoes were absorbed into it, filling it up. He released it, and it shot at the crowd a little more violently then expected, killing them all, and no one could tell whether the stuff on the wall was blood, tomato juice, or both. Either way no one cared so the announcer and Mr. Game and Watch were the only ones in the stadium left.

"Can you help me clean this up?" asked the announcer.

"Yep." The announcer went and got a vacuum, and turned it on before Mr. Game and Watch got to it. When he walked forward, he found the vacuum he was to be used, and wondered why it wasn't a mop.

He went up to the vacuum, but accidently got sucked in, but it was not meant for people; it was meant for trash and dirt, as we all know. So the announcer ran away and the vacuum exploded, sending Mr. Game and Watch up at a rapid velocity, until he crashed into the wall and died. But there was no blood from the two-dimensional one and only Mr. Game and Watch.

Well, I hope you liked it, but still. Flame me. Flames rule! But yeah, you don't have to, but I strongly encourage it.