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"Samus, will you bear my child?"
Smack!
"Ow," groaned Mirkou, rubbing his head where Samus had punched him. "Why did you do that?"
"You deserved it," the bounty hunter replied coldly. She slowly walked out of the field where she had earlier had the misfortune of meeting the monk.
"No! Wait for me!"
She ran, each step getting faster, and faster, until he was far behind. Soon she accidently darted into the dark, dusty Know Your Smashers studio.
She was a little tired from running a long distance, but thanfully, she spotted the silhouette of a figure in the middle of the stage. After noticing it was a lovely black chair, she used her last ounce of energy to sprint eagerlyto it and sit down.
Immediately the weak lights became even weaker with only one vivid light shining down on the bounty hunter. The cameraman was just finished polishing the hot pink camera and was ready for action.
"Know your smashers, know your smashers, know your smashers, know your smashers," came the infamous voice.
"Who…is that?" panted Samus, starting to catch her breathe.
"Samus Aran…her suit is made out of cardboard."
"No it's not, otherwise it would burn when I fight," responded Samus calmly.
"She's right," added the cameraman as he sat in a chair, casually examining his nails. For once, he wasn't goofing off, and that was rare.
"Cameraman, are you okay?"
"Yes, why? I'm just having a peaceful moment."
"Wow, I might as well savor this time, as it will neevr come again."
"Sure, if you say so. I still think Samus is right."
"Whatever, I don't have to argue, I know I'm always right anyway. Samus Aran…her charge shot was ripped off of Dragonball Z."
"No it wasn't! And if it was, then I blame Nintendo," she answered hastily.
"Yeah, and I'm Simon Cowell."
"I'm sure you are," answered Samus, using the same sarcastic voice the announcer did.
"That guy is mean!" blurted the cameraman. It looked like he was back to his old self.
"I see you're back to your childish energetic state."
"You bet!" The cameraman loosened his worn-out leather shoes and swung his foot into the air, causing it to fly off and hit the wall.
The announcer sighed while Samus became somewhat restless and fidgeted with a loose string on the chair. He ran around screaming and sliding across the gritty floor in his black socks while attempting to sing some songhe most likely made up. And about flying cows, strangely.
"Samus Aran…she's nude under that suit."
Miroku finally pushed the door open, panting and sweating vigorously. He fell down to his knees and crawled over to Samus.
"Are you…really?" he asked with a hopeful voice. He grinned innocently, trying to look angelic.
Smack!
Apparently that didn't work…
"No, this announcer makes up lies to try and frustrate people. I think it's rather pointless…And no, I have other clothes under this suit."
"For the last time monk, get out of here," the announcer ordered.
Miroku sighed and ran his grimy fingers across his forehead to remove the sweat. "Fine." He turned to Samus. "I'll see you again someday…"
Samus tried to smack him, but he managed to leave before the announcer called the guards.
"Samus Aran…she is really a guy," the announcer reported delightfully.
"Thankfully that monk wasn't here to hear that. But nope, I'm female."
"WHEE!" screeched the cameraman. He danced with excitement. The dance he was doing was unidentified, but then again so things are better left unknown.
"Samus Aran...she conditions her hair with avacados, lemon juice, and mayonnaise."
"No actually, that's Link."
Link somehow happened to hear this and immediately appeared in the studio. "How dare you reveal my secret formula!" screeched the elf-err, Hylian male with pointy ears as she pointed at the bounty hunter with rage. "Now if everyone figures out how to mix it, everyone will have perfect hair, and I won't be special anymore!"
"I don't think you ever were special," the cameraman declared after stopping his dancing.
Link gave the cameraman a vicious glare before exiting and slamming the door behind himself.
"Anyways, Samus Aran…she is an Edward Elric fangirl."
"At last, something that is true…" the bounty hunter murmured, not knowing she said that out loud and that the announcer heard it.
"Ah ha! So you are then, aren't you?"
Samus snapped back to reality. "Huh? Did I say that out loud?" She frantically squirmed about in her chair. "You weren't supposed to hear that!"
"Ah, but I did. Too bad for you," the announcer retorted smoothly, immensely entertained at the fact he had revealed one of her secrets.
"Noooooooooo!" Samus screamed tragically. She ran out of the studio in case the announcer knew any more of her secrets that were darker and more humiliating.
The cameraman finally put his shoes back on and sat down to catch his breath. "Whew, that was awesome! I'm gonna do that again." So after a second or two of rest, the cameraman was at it again.
The announcer pondered why he hadn't fired the cameraman yet. Something about him and his presence was comforting and entertaining, like he was there for comic relief…
"Know you know…Samus Aran, the Edward Elric fangirl with a cardboard suit whose charge shot was ripped off of Dragonball Z."
Meanwhile at the hospital, the mysterious man sat in a chair by Marth's bed, scanning through a newspaper, his legs crossed. There was an awkward silence, until Marth began to regain consciousness. He rolled around for a while, then sat straight up, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"Oh you're awake," commented the man warmly, followed by an odd smile. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Ma…Ma…Mar, Marth-"
"Oh, Martha? That's a nice name. No need to try so hard to talk, I know what you're saying." He flipped through another page of the newspaper.
Marth's face turned maroon with both embarrassment and anger. He was mad for still being mistaken for a woman. The blue-haired male pulled himself out of bed and dashed to the bathroom.
Before Dora, Boots, and Young Link were able to enter the door, Marth flew out of it and entered the bathroom, smashing it behind him. The group of three stood staring at the door nosily.
About three or four flushes were heard, as well as Marth sighing in relief. Young Link blinked in confusion, wondering what had happened to him. Just as the door began to unlock, an odor to horrid to describe filled the air.
"EWW!" shouted Dora, plugging her nose tightly with her hands.
Then the smell took over the hospital, knocking out everyone in there, patients, nurses, doctors, and visitors alike, all dropping to the floor like globs of jelly.
Marth soon came out to find complete and udder silence. Not even crickets chirped to break it.
"Oh well…Back to the bakery!" And with that, the swordsman marched out of the hospital happily, finally glad to be out of that fiasco.
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