| "Party? Why wasn't I invited?" Said a saddened MC Mushi Mo. He grabbed a balloon (nice and red) and held it between his thumb and fore finger(yes, my hands ARE that big) and slowly brought the two together.
*POPTOTHEMAX*
"Whoah, that balloon popped to the MAX" Uttered a surprised VGA, dropping his nachos and putting up his dukes.
"I know what you want! You ain't getting the thingy! It's MY thingy!" He thumbed his nose, the began hopping back and forth, his fists ready to strike a blow at his large opponent.
"Alright then..." Mushi took one massive step forward, his size fourteen feet stopping just short of VGA. The little Video Game Addict set loose his fists, each blow strong enough to cripple a normal-sized man. Relentlessly he fought, not letting MC have any sort of opening to counter with his own blow, the flurry of fists making several impacts on the behemoth's abdomen.
"Alright, you done?" Mushi was unimpressed, frankly, his large body could handle a kick from a VERY large horse.
"I'm getting tired, and I want that thingy, last chance to hand it over quietly."
VGA would have none of it. He wound up for another punch, only to have a large hand grab his fist, stopping the blow before it began.
"Bad choice, buddy." Mushi curled his other hand into a fist the size of a large grapefruit, then sent it sailing towards the side of VGA's head. The Addict's head burt open like a ripe melon, a splatter of red, pink, and grey going in every direction. Mushi flicked his hand off, bits of hair, scalp, and bone still covering it. He looked towards Mario and Sonic.
"Now, thingy me." They both ran off, leaving behind the thingy. Mushi picked it up, and pressed a small button on his lapel. He phazed on board of his transport vessel, which was orbiting two hundred miles above the Earth |