Wario: Sniff sniff... what is that?
*reaches ito one of Waluigi's new rolls of lipids*
W: Wow! another lard snack!
Waluigi: Wario, noooo!
W: Chomp ka-sproing! Oh no, I'm as big as a house again!
Overnight, Wario slept on the floor (he'd broken his bed so many times before that he couldn't afford new ones anymore)and Waluigi couldn't fit through his bedroom door so he slept on the couch (and broke it). The next morning...
Wario: Yaaawn. I want some breakfast. Crack- I can't move! I must have pulled every muscle in my bulbous body yesterday.
Waluigi: Huh? Last night this couch had legs.
W: Hey toothpick! Make me some breakfast!
Waluigi noticed that this was his chance to poison Wario and stop him from draining the fridge.
Wario: Wow, It looks delicious!
Waluigi: {I don't know, I've never had cyanide before.)
W: Was there something you wanted to say?
WL: Ha ha, no.
W: Chomp smack...
At first it seemed to be working, but...
Waluigi: Eeeh!
Wario: Woah, wonderful!
Waluigi: You must die! And I guess I need exercise now.
Moral: If you feed your stupid slob of a brother cyanide, it might make him twice as fat.
My friend John: Wow! I can see my own breath! It''s already that time of year?
Me: No. Your breath just smells. Really bad.
First picture.
Second picture.
Edited by - smfan1085 on 9/27/2005 8:33:28 PM