Right, this one felt a little weird to create, but no matter.
Mario Party
Toad walked along Koopa Beach with Luigi. The sun was bright and the water was clean and clear. It was a Saturday morning, but Toad hadn't expected Luigi to be on the beach.
"So Luigi, why did you come down here?" Toad asked.
Luigi sighed. "Mario's hosting a Mario Party this weekend."
This surprised Toad. "How come you didn't go? I thought you liked Mario Party."
"Yeah, well, recently Mario's upped the tempo, and as a result his parties tend to get a little..." Luig raised his hands and moved them slightly. "...out of hand."
"Like how?" Toad asked.
Luigi's memory took him back to his most recent party. He was balancing on a tightrope with two buckets on either side of a rod clutched in his hands. This itself would be fine, except that he and his friends were balncing thirty feet above a pool of lava.
"MARIO!" Luigi shouted, soaked in sweat from heat and tension. "When you do stuff like this, this isn't a party anymore!"
Mario stood above his friends on a floating platform with an evil smile across his face.
"But if you survive, you'll win coins." Mario snickered, rubbing his hands incessantly.
Luigi returned from his memory and shuddered. Toad raised an eyebrow, if he had one.
"That bad?" he asked.
Luigi nodded. "Yeah."
REALITY OF MARIO PARTY.