OMFG KAOS

Created by hoogiman and tikitikirevenge, in order of unimportance.

Disclaimer: The Board of Disagreement agrees about disagreeing anything that can be disagreed and/or agreed. In this case, then the agreement will be double-disagreed, therefore making it a double negative disagreement, therefore making it an agreement; so on, so forth. So our strategy is to triple-agree disagree agree which will equal to a disagreement, therefore accomplishing nothing.

And also, we don't own these characters. KAOS!

CAHPTER TREE

"Look everybody, see how much we accomplished by killing the source that made us lose our food?" asked Link.

"No, not really," said Ness. "Did killing Kirby bring our food source back? No. All we've proved is that Link is responsible, responsible for killing someone!"

"How dare you question my authority!"

Link rammed a sword into Ness' gut.

Everyone stared, speechless.

"You just killed me!" said Ness, shocked.

"No, I didn't!" said Link, "You're still talking!"

"Excuse me, there's a freaking sword through my stomach!" shouted Ness.

"Oh, that killing," said Link.

"Why did you do this? It's so unlike you," moaned Ness, blood now soaking his shirt.

"Well, you see, Ness," began Link, "during times of trouble and pain, we must make sacrifices in order to uphold order, and prevent chaos. For with chaos, only death will result."

"And how does killing me stop people dying?" demanded Ness angrily.

"Ooh," said Link. "I hadn't thought of that; good point."

"You idiot," said Ness. "Well, at least you can restore order by following these three… simple… steps…"

Ness died.

"Darn it!" cussed Link. "Well, now order should restore itself."

The rioting began anew.

Amidst all this rioting, Mewtwo approached Pikachu, Pichu, and Jigglypuff.

"Fellow Pokemon," he bethought, "the time has come for me to grab for power! I can establish control from this anarchy and RULE SUPREME by breeding a super race of Pokemon!"

"What?" said Pikachu.

"Uh… dudes…" said Mewtwo, "We must… find… food… to eat… follow me… to my non-secret non-genetic-lab non-evil-base… bedroom…"

"Ooh! Sounds like fun!" exclaimed Pichu brightly.

"I like fun!" added Jigglypuff.

The four Pokemon snuck out of the room, unnoticed.

Finally, the rioting and panicking and chaos reached a momentary lapse, and Link was quick to take advantage of the situation.

"All right, everyone, let's just all give Link his shirt back," he said.

People started hitting Link.

"We all are sitting in a TV studio," said Master Hand. "Look how well, and long this TV show will last!"

"Um… sir… four people have died in the space of two minutes, at this rate, the show will last twelve and a half minutes!" said a producer of the show.

Master Hand pondered the statement for about ten seconds.

"Hey you…" said Master Hand.

"Yes?" said the producer.

"Look over there," said Master Hand.

The producer looked over there, and then looked back.

"Um… it would be nice if you could look over there, and stay looking over there," said Master Hand, in an obviously fake cheery tone.

The producer looked over there, and stayed looking over there.

Master Hand got out a fish, and slapped the producer with it.

"But… but… with all of that build up and dialogue, did it all lead up to this, just so you could slap me over the head with a fish? Or are you stalling for time, because after all, I would see a reason why the author would want to make this longer, because without the disclaimer and this long paragraph and all, the story in itself would become very short.

"If the story became short, the story would become bad," continued Master Hand, "as people are more likely to read stories when they see huge chunks of indecipherable text which looks as if it has been written as a thesis by a cross-breed between an English major and a lab rat, right? Huh? Am I right? Who's in da house? Is that true, man? You dig? Huh? Huh?"

"You're disturbing me," said the producer.

"Well, uh…" Master Hand said as he poured gas all over the producer and lit him on fire. "Well you're on fire now! Which makes me better!"

The producer could not give a witty reply, as he was burning to death.

"Oh, by the way, you're fired," said Master Hand. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Get it? Fired?"

The producer could not give a witty reply, as he was burning to death.

"Oh, right, that," said Master Hand.

"Rioting sucks," said Roy to Marth, "let's go back to your room and use the concubines."

Suddenly, Marth had a lucid flashback.

"I have taken away the concubines," said Master Hand, "and sold them for oil."

"NOOOO!" said Marth.

"I guess we keep rioting," added Roy.

He stepped on Luigi's corpse. Sadly, nobody cared.

Time since lockdown: 6 minutes.

Deaths: Luigi (shotgun), Young Link (spork), Kirby (mob), Ness (freaking sword through stomach)

Note: Hoogiman and tikitikirevenge co-authored this chapter. Can you tell who wrote which parts? (Hint: Hoogiman wrote the bit about Master Hand. And the first three lines. It's not that hard…)

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