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Roy strolled casually into the room. He would have been on top of a bunch of fangirls like Marth, or Princess Marshmallow Fluffernutter, but they were chased away. The room was a little too silent and dismal. Roy carefully found his way to the chair where he sat down.

The announcer began the routine. "Know your smashers, know your smashers, know your smashers, know your smashers."

Roy yawned and put a hand to his mouth. Nothing interesting was happening yet.

"Roy…he showers in cranberry juice."

"No I don't," objected Roy. "I shower in water just like everyone else."

"Sure you do…and would you care to explain the fruity fragrance that has just filled up this room?"

"You just sprayed that! It's probably some perfume you stole from Peach or something."

"Right…Roy…he once went shopping with Zelda and Peach at Victoria's Secret."

"They made me do it! They said they would make me dress up in Nana's pink parka if I didn't."

"And you believed them? Or did you volunteer to go because you like to put the underwear on your head and dance around like a deranged monkey and drool?"

Roy didn't answer to that one. He was blushing a deep crimson. The announcer snickered with sheer pleasure.

"Oh, no comeback for that remark, huh? Pikachu was right, you do blush a deep shade of red."

"I do not! He's just a lying snitch anyways." Roy turned away from the camera and crossed his arms with rage.

"Roy…his favorite stage is Poke Floats," taunted the announcer.

"No, I hate Poke Floats! It's so annoying, having to move as the Pokemon disappear. You are just a fountain of lies!" Roy wailed.

"No, this is the truth. Just accept it, because you know it."

"Errr!"

"Oh, am I irritating you?"

"Yes," the blushing male admitted reluctantly.

"Good then. Roy…he does karaoke to Britney Spears songs when no one is watching."

"What? I can't stand her! I'd never do that. If anyone, it would be Captain Falcon."

"Sure, blame him."

"I'm serious! He has her CDs in his room."

"Roy…he tapes the Winx Club and then watches it every Sunday afternoon."

"WHAT?" he shrieked with fury. "That show is too girly. Why in the world would I like it?"

"Good question. Why don't you tell me?"

"That's it! I've had it."

"Which brings me to the next one. Roy…he explodes whenever he becomes too angry."

"I…do…not…" Roy murmured between clenched teeth. His face was puffing up and turning burgundy.

"3, 2, 1," counted down the announcer.

As if he was on cue, Roy's body puffed up like Kirby when he's floating and exploded. All that was left on the chair was a pile of what looked like melted vanilla ice cream, a pair of sweat-drenched clothes, and a sword.

The room was now vacant, but the announcer concluded anyway. "Now you know…Roy, the swordsman that showers in cranberry juice and likes Poke Floats."

The camera zoomed away from the chair and crickets chirped in the background.

I plan to do Peach's chapter next, and then Kirby's. Reviews are appreciated.