Lord Betrayus was floating back and forth in his lair, annoyed.
"I can't believe that lemon ball got to be a part of an elite group of morons who call themselves Smashers!" Betrayus growled.
"Sir, only his older, more retro counterpart is in. They're not using his newest design." Butt-ler told him.
Betrayus smacked Butt-ler in his butt shaped forehead. "Who cares about his design? It's still Pac Man!"
Dr. Buttocks floated in. "Ah, but of course they'd accept ze Pac Man! Und vhy, you ask? Because he has been around since ze early 80's! And we've only existed for a short period of time und vat not!"
Betrayus spanked Dr. Buttocks in the forehead. "Stop trying to sound cool with your stupid French, German, or British accent and help me figure out how I'm going to deal with this! Otherwise it will be your fault for not helping me with something personal!" he fumed.
"Why don't you just attack the Super Smash Brothers Mansion, then?" Butt-ler suggested.
Betrayus' face lit up. "That's it! I'll attack the Smasher Mansion where all those stupid Smashers live, and I'll show them all that I'm better than they are! Glad I thought of that idea and you didn't, Butt-ler!" Betrayus spanked Butt-ler on his forehead again, swaying into a stern mood. "Why can't you ever come up with good ideas when I need them?"
"Ya, brother? Vhy can't you come up with good ideas und then share zem?" Dr. Buttocks stated, teasing his brother.
"I hate my life." Butt-ler sighed, unable to tolerate his selfish, self-centered ruler and his annoying brother.