"Not again," the butler sighed. "What is it this time, a staring contest?" (not surprising, there was once a *BEEP* racing battle)
"Hey! Don' t ignore me!" he screamed.
"As I was saying, I challenge you to a inter galactic, super, mega, ultra awesome, mind-blowing, bone breaking, mind boggling, totally random tournament!" said the bad guy extra.
( "Wait! Why am I just the extra?!"
Narrator: Because you totally are. I mean- it's obvious you're just the character who introduces the problem, loses after the first round, sissapears and is never to be heard of or remembered. I mean, you weren't even a name!
"Noooo! This is not possible! I'm just an unimportant extra"")
"What's wrong with that guy?" thought Hayate. "Very well. I accept your challenge! For the sake of the mistress, I will not lose!"
"Fine, whatever." sniffed Mr. extra. (" Being an etra sucks, he murmured to himself.) "See you there, or something like that..." He left off dejectedly.
". . ."
"Well, at least that's done. Now, I need to pick up that video over Tachibana Rentals. . ."
Little did Hayate know that he would hear about the tournament again in the near future.