Very short chapter, but that's kinda the point. I wanted to just make chapters that could be read in about a minute, micro-chapters. Doesn't seem to be catching on. Oh well.
Chapter 4
The chores of cooking and cleaning usually feel upon whoever required them, but some of the Smashers, such as Princess Peach, genuinely enjoyed helping others, so they often cooked for the rest of the crew. As such, Peach had to venture into the walk in freezer in order to get the evening's assorted meats.
"Fox, are you alright?" noticing the vulpine.
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Fox said, folding his arms over his chest, attempting to look as if he was perfectly in control of the situation.
"Well, you're upside down."
"Yes, I am. But how is that a problem? Mewtwo says its good for meditation, gets the blood flowing to the brain."
"So you don't want any help?"
"No, I don't see why I would need it? I could get my self down any time I wanted."
"Because I could just reach up and unhook your boot straps. Look, here's a ladder."
"I am perfectly in control of the situation."
"You know, there isn't anything wrong with asking for help."
"I don't need help," he snapped.
"Alright," she said, piling several steaks into her arms and leaving the freezer.
Fox took this time to again try and unhook his boots from the meat hook that hung down from the ceiling. It was a lot harder to do then one would think, and he failed miserably. In fact, if Samus hadn't walked in, there was a very good chance that he would have spent the entire night incapacitated. At least until Wolf cooled off and let him down.
"Okay, I admit, I need help," Fox said, shrugging. Samus just stared back, her lime green visor expressionless, though just inside he could see her eyes were burning like fire. Even beneath the armor, Fox could see muscle tense and taught, like a jungle cat the moment before it struck. Fox swallowed a lump in his throat, which was quite difficult given his inverted position.
"You know about the pictures, don't you?"