"All right!" Popo exclaimed as he placed his hands on his hips, standing in the middle of the Pac Maze. "It's time for me to save the fucking world!"
Popo then took one step forward, tripping and landed flat on his stomach. He groaned in pain while squinted his eyes, glancing up to see several Pikmin laughing at him.
"Oh, shut up, morons! You leafy guys are tiny grass creatures!" Popo snarled, smashing them all with his wooden mallet.
The Pikmin all screamed as they were squashed to death by Popo, who laughed evilly as the eight bit Pac Man ghosts watched in dismay, all of them glancing at each other.
"By the power of lord Santa, I shall banish you to Subspace!" Popo paused, placing his right hand on his chin. "Wait... that sounds like something a liberal would say..."
A huge earthquake shook the entire stage, Popo turning around and screaming in high pitched, girly tone as he wet himself, with a huge rolling ball of Pikmin approaching him and flattening him like a pancake.
"Popo, no!" Shulk exclaimed after witnessing something so horrendously funny. "Not my ice buddy!"
"He's not your ice buddy, guy," The female Wii Fit Trainer folded her arms together, shaking her head at Shulk.
Meanwhile, Popo was flattened into nothing but dust as the Pikmin all popped out of the ball, pointing and laughing at the grounded male Ice Climber. Popo's spirit then emerged out of the dust pile, only to be sucked into a strange, purple hole in the middle of the sage, screaming as he tried to fly out, but failed.
Popo has been sent to the underworld. Specifically, the one from Kid Icarus Uprising. Yeah.
"You're fucked now," Toadette giggled while farting as usual.
Popo was confused. "Why is your text bold?"
"Because it's funny." Toadette concluded by messing herself.