'W-Where am I?' SMG3 asked as he woke up. He found himself back in his room. The Ugandan Knuckles clicked next to him.
'He's awake,' Terrence said, following with more clicking. 'Aww guys...thanks!' SMG3 said, upon knowing that the Ugandan Knuckles are caring about him.
SMG3 regained consciousness of what he did for the past few days after a few minutes of doing nothing. He decided to text SMG4 that he's sorry.
'Phew, he did arrived safely back to his room, and he apologised!' SMG4 said happily to the duo Meme Guardians, who just finished training. 'That's great!' SMG2 said cheerfully. 'Wait a second, where's Mario all the way?' SMG4 asked.
Meanwhile at Omnia Academy, Mario was eating the last plate of spaghetti from the chest provided by the Box Club Leader. 'Ah, that is sure yummy...say, how long did I stay here?' The plumber murmured, cross-eyed.
'It's been four days, and you missed everything. Even Luigi, who was mediating and was too powerful to be consumed by darkness, watched the whole thing on the astral plane,' said SMG1, who rushed to the scene along with SMG2 and SMG4.
'Okay, so what?' Mario said while he just finished his last plate of spaghetti. 'There will be no pasta for a week as you ate too much...and I don't want to pay for stuff anymore as the last few days are bizarre, and I need to recover from my fears of being consumed again...' SMG4 said, trying to hide his wallet. 'NO!' Mario cried, as he tried to search the chest for more spaghetti. 'It's time to go. Bro, it's just a week, right?' The memelord said, as he pulled Mario back home.
On their way, Mario was still screaming, the Guardians were chatting happily, and everything has returned to peace. At least, not counting Mario being naked on the streets which made the police chase after him.
