He wielded his twin blades and carved threw the pair. Then eyes of his own were cast into tiers of thorough disappointment in his very self.

The goddess of green hair walked in and saw the crestfallen angel weeping. "My, Pit, why are you so incredibly wet in your corneas?" she asked with a kind face.

The angel lad continued to sob into his baseball gloves that were not stolen. "Oh, Lady Palutena, I am so saddened by the recent occurrences…" He pointed up to paragraph 1. "See how the words are greatly incorrect. Their homophones are so indecently utilised without a single fleeting care."

The gorgeous tall one inspected the paragraph in question. She saw all the terrible mistakes and was now aware of Pit's melancholy. "Yes, you did not use your blades in this way," she said, looking down at the source of all the syntax crimes. "You carved through it and it is a pear. You also do not have stacks of a cake in your eyes."

"So, it seems, Milady," Pit sniffled as he tilted his fedora awesomely.

"Mine's better," said a gruff voice with serious 'tude.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Pittoo!" said Palutena as she took out a banana and shot the dark angel of death.

Dark Pit dodged like Neo from those Keanu films that I don't remember the name of. Then he popped in a DVD.

Palutena and Pit watched the monitor as it displayed righteous images of the DVD's contents.

"This is just a rerun of the famous television programs!" sharply cried Pit like the seagull he claimed he was earlier.

Dark Pit crossed his arms and then sat on Pit's head rudely. "You are smelling of dumb!"

"I am not a idiot!" wailed Pit as he crushed a coconut.

Palutena opened the window as she was getting annoyed by the loudness inside the palace. The sounds of the DVD were kinda loud too though. This was a great disturbance to Hades in his underwear.

DING DONG!

Everyone really hated the doorbell and killed it with the banana.

SMOOSH!

"Lady Palutena, I think we killed all of electricity!" shouted Pit, pitly.

The three carefully opened the door and saw the newcomer at the mat. He was holding a baseball bat that was autographed by John Lennon.

"Hello, I am Pink Pit and I hate nasty chicken," said the Pitthree.

Palutena looked over at the roast and gasped. "It is ruined!"

"SEYMOUR!" shouted Dark Pit. He drank a potion and got beefy biceps.

"Do not punch anyone with your harsh fists!" cried Pit, still bawling like a bawler.

"You stink worse than those cabbages in the microwave!" said the Pittoo and then he socked the Pitthree like a macho nacho, cheese and all.

Palutena got out a letter and wrote to the counsellor of heaven: King Kai.

King Kai received the note in 5-10 business days and screamed at it.

"What is it, my dude?" asked Gregory from the dark side of the filler.

"What is love?" asked Kai to Gregory. He then looked down at Bubbles. The monkey had a pleasantly purple GBA and was catching a Rayquaza for his speedrun.

"Bubbles, I forbid you from being into mons! You are to only play Gears of War!" commanded the kingly beetle guy.

Bubbles was so afraid of King Kai's frightening scolds and took toe to the GBA's screen, crushing it forever.

Pit heard the GBA break like a single twig and it broke his heart. He crept into the corner and poured soothing aloe onto his eyelids. "This is exactly why I bought life insurance last Thursday!"