Mario music played over the radio, vibrating the speakers, as he drove along and hummed with the tunes. SMG4 was in a good mood today after making some memes online, it had been over a week and a half since the incident at the castle and the meme man was making the best of things with the RV.

Even after losing Peach's Castle and his computer with all his files on it, nothing could stop the intrepid SMG4 from baking up all the videos and all the memes he could create with the technology that he hadn't lost when the castle fell into that crater.

It was wonderful of the Mario Brothers to lend him the motorhome, which served as a good substitute home for the meme man for the time being until they finally made the new castle wherever they made it. Oh, the crazy adventures that were yet to come, what could possibly happen at this point?

SMG4 soon spotted someone standing in the middle of the road, waving their arms furiously. The meme man then turned off the radio and hit the brakes, bringing the van to a stop.

'Is that...?' SMG4 squinted his eyes, looking closely at the person he'd encountered. It took him a little bit until he realized that it was Swagmaster69696969, the Spaghetti Factory Guard-turned tank-driving military man.

"Oh, hey. I wonder what he wants..." SMG4 remarked.

"Hey, Swag..." SMG4 said happily, he yelped when Swag grabbed him and glared at him intensely... as intense his glare could be with the way his face was.

"WHOA, SWAG!" The meme man protested, "What's wrong?"

"Swag, don't hurt SMG4!" Chris cried.

"SHUT UP, CHRIS!" Swag shook his fist at his comrade, he then looked back at SMG4 and demanded, "Bruh, where...?"

"Where what?" SMG4 asked.

"SMG4, don't..."

"ALL THE SHIT I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH, WHERE'S THE NEW LOOK?!" Swagmaster yelled.

SMG4 looked confused and the guard let go, still glaring at him as he backed up while Chris groaned. Swag stared at SMG4 more intensely, breathing very heavily, and then he threw up his arms in the air and began yelling furiously until birds were flying from the trees and the windows on the van were shaking.

"JUST WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Swag shouted, "BRO, WHERE'S MY REDESIGN, ESPECIALLY AFTER YOU AND SMG3 CHANGED YOUR FACES?! CHRIS AND I HAVE BEEN IN YOUR GROUP FOR YEARS AND AFTER ALL THE CHANGES YOU AND THE OTHERS HAD, NONE OF US HAVE GOTTEN SLICK NEW LOOKS..."

Hearing Swag's fury, SMG4 scratched the back of his head nervously, especially as he thought about what to do and how he could explain his way out of things.

And yet, he already knew where the Guard was coming from, SMG4 had looked like Mario for years until his change to someone less Mario-looking and the guards still looked like 007 game enemies.

"BOTH MEGGY, MELONY, THAT OLD HOBO GUY, SAIKO, BOOPKINS, MY BRO, BOB, YOU AND SMG3 ALL GOT REDESIGNS..." Swag went on furiously; "BUT ME AND CHRIS DON'T HAVE NEW APPEARANCES AND I CAN'T STAND LOOKING AT MYSELF IN A MIRROR WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT THE CHANGES THE OTHERS HAD...

"SO WHERE'S MY REDESIGN, SMG4! I AM SICK OF LOOKING LIKE A LOW-POLYGON GRAPHICS ENEMY RIPPED FROM THE N64 JAMES BOND GOLDENEYE VIDEO GAME, WOMEN CAN'T EVEN LOOK AT ME AND THINK I'M UGLY. GIVE ME A SLICK AND DAMN GORGEOUS LOOK, LET US HAVE A NEW LOOK TOO.

"THE FACT YOU HAVEN'T REDESIGNED ME AND CHRIS JUST ANNOYS ME AND I DON'T FUCKING CARE IF YOU'RE TOO BUSY MAKING VIDEOS & MEMES AND SCOUTING A PLACE TO BUILD A NEW CASTLE, WE NEED REDESIGNS NOW SO WE CAN LOOK FRESH AND I CAN LOOK GOOD ENOUGH FOR THE WOMEN!"

"Jesus Christ, Swag!" Chris stepped in, "I think you're overreacting and need to calm down..."

"SHUT UP, CHRIS!"

"Swag..."

"SHUT UP, CHRIS! SHUT UP, CHRIS! SHUT UP, CHRIS! WHERE'S YOUR REDESIGN, YOU LOOK SO DAMN UGLY LIKE ME AND WHERE'S SGT. MARK AND ADM. GREG'S REDESIGNS! YOU SHOULD HAVE REDESIGNED US AFTER MEGGY TURNED INTO A HUMAN, SMG4! COOK SOMETHING UP OR I'LL BLOW UP MARIO'S HOUSE!"

"Okay, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha..." SMG4 chuckled nervously, "I'm sorry about that, Swag. I didn't think you'd feel so particular and particularly peeved, jealous and sensitive about your appearance after what me and the others went through. I'll figure something out for you and Chris when I got the time, just hang on, ok?"

"Really, you'll redesign me and Chris?" Swag seemed to calm down.

"Yeah, uh..." SMG4 thought for a second, "Can we wait until the next Meme Games or the next WoTFI?"

"UNTIL THE NEXT MEME GAMES OR THE NEXT WOTFI?!" Swag and Chris yelled.

"BRO, I AM NOT GONNA GO THROUGH ANOTHER SHIT TOURNAMENT WHERE I'M KIDNAPPED BY MARIO WHO MAY BE HOSTING IT LIKE LAST YEAR JUST SO I CAN GET CHANGED, NOR CAN I WAIT UNTIL THE NEXT WAR OF THE FAT IDIOTS..." Swag shouted, "MAKE ME A NEW MAN, MAKE ME LOOK ATTRACTIVE!"

"I'll see what I can do, just calm down..." SMG4 chuckled as he backed away, "I don't know when we'll give you a new look, but I can guarantee you will have a new look by the time of the next story arc we go through, whenever that will be. Until then, just chill out and come to me if you have an idea on what look I can give you."

"SMG4, BRO, YOU GOTTA GIVE ME MY NEW LOOK, I CAN'T WAIT ANOTHER DAY!" Swag screamed, "I'M GETTING THE URGE TO BLOW UP SOMETHING WITH A TANK!"

"Byyyyeeeeee..." SMG4 climbed into the van and drove off, leaving Chris and a frantic Swag as the latter cursed and screamed, begging for a new redesign from the meme man as soon as possible while continuing to rant about unattractive ugliness.

And all the while, Toads, Inklings and various people stopped to stare at the ranting mustached low-polygon guard in the suit, bewildered, baffled and disturbed by the scene made by Swagmaster69696969 even while his associate Chris Gordman tried to comfort and clam him down...

The End