Chapter Seven:

Elevator Frustration

In the elevator, after a brief yelling match, SMG4 and SMG3 began thinking rationally about what to do. They couldn't use dynamite without blowing themselves up, they couldn't dig their way out with spoons, and getting angry wasn't going to help matters. There were other options, but what could they do?

A light bulb activated in SMG4's head, and the idea machine was spinning as he looked up at the ceiling.

"I got it. Give me a boost!" The meme man said to his former archenemy.

"WHAT?" SMG3 shouted, "But you're fat!"

"Screw you!" SMG4 told him, "Give me a boost... now!"

"Fine, you stupid loser!"

SMG3 walked up to the meme man, and knelt down while holding out his hands, then SMG4 stepped onto his fellow meme guardian and let him lift him over his shoulders. SMG3 stood straight, allowing SMG4 to reach for the ceiling. The content creator cracked his fingers, then he started to pry at a spot in the middle of the elevator's roof.

Underneath him, SMG3 felt his hands straining as he struggled to keep holding up the very man he'd tried to defeat for years. Now, it felt like his shoulders were going to dislocate and his skull was going to crack.

"Dude... Uh... Mario's... way... lighter... than you." SMG3 grunted.

"SHADDUP!" SMG4 kicked him in the head, he started banging away at a panel in the ceiling above until it got loose. The meme man smiled and pushed it aside, then he grabbed the small ledge and squeezed himself halfway through the hole, allowing SMG4 to see the elevator shaft.

However, just before he could rejoice, the YouTuber spotted a dinosaur watching him from a maintenance platform above. SMG4 shrieked in terror, ducked back inside the elevator, and closed it's roof shut.

"Oh, cool!" SMG3 said sarcastically, "What a smart move... YOU BASTARD!"

The Internet Graveyard's ruler threw his ex-nemesis off of his shoulders, and SMG4 toppled to the floor, likely bruising an arm in the process. SMG3 stared at him with a sarcastic smile as the meme man stood up, and he didn't bother to try and bottle up his anger. "Why didn't I think of SEALING OFF THE ONLY EXIT THAT WE HAD?!" He shouted.

"FORMER YOUTUBE CEO SUZAN WAKOWAKOWAKAWAKA IS ABOVE US!" SMG4 shouted back, "YOU THINK I WANNA CLIMB A GODF***ING ELEVATOR SHAFT WHILE THAT DINOB*TCH IS UP THERE?! I DON'T WANNA GET DEMONETIZED FURTHER!"

"QUIT YOUR WHINING OVER BEING F***ING DEMONETIZED, YOU FAT PIECE OF BASTARD TRASH!" SMG3 yelled, "OH MY GOSH, OVER SEVERAL SOMETHING YEARS OF MEME GUARDIAN EVOLUTION TO CREATE A THIN-SKINNED MORON WHO WHINES ABOUT YOUTUBE DEMONETIZATION!"

'Aw man.' SMG4 thought, lowering his head in sadness.

"Oh, now you're gonna be pathetic?! You really are pathetic!" SMG3 told him.

"I'm not pathetic." SMG4 told him, "I was trying."

"Not hard enough. Where the heck is the guy who never gave up when Zero trapped us inside my own Guardian Pod, the guy who makes Mario videos and didn't give in to hatred from critics, the guy who stood up to Lawyer Kong?"

"You're looking at him. BUT THIS ELEVATOR SH*T IS SUPER FRUSTRATING! IF THOSE MORONS HADN'T TREATED MY VIDEO LIKE GARBAGE, AND IT DIDN'T DESERVE THAT BY THE WAY, WE WOULDN'T HAVE COME HERE AND WE WOULDN'T BE STUCK IN THIS STUPID ELEVATOR AND YELLING AT EACH OTHER AND YOU AREN'T BEING SENSITIVE!"

His mask of frustration melted, and SMG3 dropped to his knees, feeling stunned and hurt by that last bit SMG4 just said. "D-Dude..." The meme guardian quipped.

SMG4 lay on his back, sprawled on the elevator floor, and filled with depression, frustration, and great uncertainty. SMG3 lay next to him, also feeling uncertain. He stared at the ceiling, wondering how it could get better or worse. He felt like he was losing it, like his mind was slipping away, and then, he thought about his diary.

Perhaps it was a good time to write in his beloved sussy diary about the situation. SMG3 reached into his pocket, and pulled out his notebook along with a pencil. There wasn't much to write about, except for instructions for whomever found what remained of him in the event that he and SMG4 died in the elevator.

A somewhat-fuming SMG3 opened his notebook, turned to an empty page, and began writing; 'If you find my body, please bury me far away from SMG4.'

"It's been ten minutes." SMG4 told him, SMG3 had been reading aloud what he was writing, and the meme man was somewhat annoyed by his lack of optimism.

'Someone please look after my precious EggDog...' SMG3 went on, 'He can't fend for himself, he's just a cute little meme with only two legs and a dog's face. I don't think I can stand the thought of him dying after what happened to Terrance in the God Box a year ago, even though the sacrifice was for the greater good.'

"I've seen you write in that thing for weeks now." SMG4 suddenly commented, "I... I didn't know you had a sensitive side."

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH BEING SENSITIVE, YOU BAKA?!" SMG3 turned and glared at his ex-foe with annoyance while putting aside his diary in a defensive manner. SMG4 threw his hands up protectively, and tried to tell the bearded meme guardian to relax, but SMG3 went further, "YOU WHINE TOO MUCH!"

"Excuse me?!" SMG4 shouted, "'I whine too much'? You think I'm always whining?! I NEVER WHINE!"

"YOU DID WHEN YOUR VIDEO WAS DEMONETIZED! VERY LOUDLY, MIGHT I ADD!"

SMG4 glared at Three with irritation, and SMG3 glared at him intensely as well. Tensions between the two meme guardians and former enemies were mounting fast, getting closer to the breaking point, and war seemed inevitable, even though none of them wanted to be mortal enemies again after they discovered their true purpose in life.

Fists clenched, and eyes narrowed. Both meme-caring allies continued to stare furiously at one another, struggling to resist the urge to throw hands. But with so much stress, it was hard to hold back and keep calm until something came up...