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"That's messed up right there!" the host said, looking sweaty. The studio had been repaired from the duel.
"Link and Dark Link," the host said, "are now on… The List!" the audience gasped at this.
"No," the host said, "The list of people who are never to come into my studio EVER again. Along with several other people I don't want in my studio. Anyways, since I beat them…"
"No you didn't" one member of the audience said.
"Shut up!" the host said.
"But you didn't!" the audience member replied.
"I said Shut Up!" the host yelled back.
"But you did-n't!"
"Who are you anyway?" the host asked.
"Francis Ford Coopla!" the audience member said, standing up.
"I thought I told you never to come in my studio until you apologized for making such a crappy Godfather Part 3!"
"It is NOT crappy!"
"Then why did I stop half an hour into it?" the host asked as security took Coopla away.
"Anyways," the host continued, "Our next guest is the red-haired warrior who's from the same world as Marth. Roy!" He came out and sat down in the guest chair.
"Now Roy," the host began, "You seem just as popular among fans as Marth."
"Really?" Roy asked.
"Yeah," the host continued, "When you 'supposedly' died in Babygurl278's 'What lies in the Dark' all people said for the next few chapters was 'Why did you kill of Roy?' and 'Poor Roy'! It got kinda annoying!"
Roy smiled at this.
"But," the host said, "If you're so popular, why weren't you in Brawl?"
"Well," Roy said, "the fans didn't create the game, did they?"
"Yeah," the host said, "but Sonic and Pit were brought in by popular demand. And I don't see any comments anywhere about you not being in it!"
"What are you saying?" Roy asked, now a little mad.
"I'm saying," the host said, "People don't seem to mind the fact you were replaced by Ike."
"I was NOT replaced by Ike!" Roy yelled.
"You were left out and Ike was inserted in your place," the host said, "what do you call that?"
"Replacement…" Roy said bitterly, before saying, "I'm going to go kill Ike now!"
Before the host could say anything, Roy got up, and ran out the door.
"No killing future guests!" the host said, "Whatever, Ike will probably kick his butt anyway…"