One day, when everyone was sitting around doing absolutely nothing, like usual, Marik came up with a totally inane question instead of using his incredible evil intellect for something actually useful.
"Malik?"
"Yes, Marik, what is it?"
"Is ice cream supposed to be blue?"
Malik blinked. "What?"
Marik shrugged. "I was wondering if ice cream was supposed to be blue." He held up a carton of ice cream labeled Blue Moon. "Because this just kind of seems wrong."
"Um, Marik?"
"Yes?"
"Why does it matter?"
Marik shrugged.
Malik chalked it up to insane whims and sighed. "Okay, whatever. It's not like I have anything else to do with my life. Let's go find out, I guess."
So Malik and Marik asked their friends.
Yami said, "Well, when I was in Egypt, we didn't exactly have ice cream, 'cause every time we tried to make it, it would either melt or the gators would get it. I guess it could be blue. Sure, why not. Blue is a cool color anyway."
Yugi's response was something along the lines of "Yeah, ice cream can be blue. It can be whatever it wants to be, no matter what people say about it. I believe in you, ice cream!"
"What the fuck does ice cream have to do with anything important?" Bakura said, in the first display of logic in this entire adventure. "Hell, when I was little, we didn't even have ice cream! The closest thing to ice cream we had was—"
"Bakura, of course you didn't have ice cream," Ryou said. "You're five thousand years old. You don't even like ice cream anyway!
"Of course I don't like ice cream! I can't do anything to it! I can't light it on fire, I can't blow it up, I can't even use it as a fucking paper weight!"
"Um, guys?" Malik said. "We're kind of short on time here. I mean, originally, these things were supposed to be, like, a hundred words, so—"
"Hold everything!"
There was an awkward silence.
"Ahem. Hi, it's the author. Because apparently, this story is so short on creativity that it has to resort to breaking the fourth wall in a ridiculously cliché attempt at humor. Seriously, guys, arguing about ice cream? Is this what we've been reduced to? God, go, I don't know, play some card games! There hasn't been a single game of Duel Monsters in this fic so far. It's practically a crime. Isn't this the Yu-Gi-Oh! fandom, or am I in the wrong place?"
"We're more of a 'stupid humor and dumb jokes' sort of fic, to be honest," Marik said. "This chapter used to end with you telling us not to disrespect the ice cream and then going on a dumb rant."
"… Wow, really?"
"Really."
"This is kind of meta, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
"… And I should probably scrap this entire chapter, shouldn't I?"
"Yeah, the rest of us thought that at the beginning."
Then everyone went and played card games for the rest of eternity, and they all lived happily ever after, or some bullshit.
The end.