"I can't believe my Marvel shelf is so wobbly!" Luigi said, "That's the fifth time The Incredible Hulk has fallen off of his stand. We barely bumped into the stupid cabinet." "Yeah," said Mario, "and the DC shelf just above it looks fine. Not a single toy out of place." "Mario, I keep telling you, they're not toys, they're figures." Mario just rolled his eyes and changed topics, "look, I had this idea. The whole apartment building's kinda been in the dumps since that blue guy's dog died over in room 4B." "Yeah," Luigi sighed, "We all liked Rush, but I guess it was his time." "Yeah, yeah, everyone loved the stupid mutt," Mario brushed off his brother, "but what we need is something to get everyone back in a good mood." "What," asked Luigi, "Like a Mario Party?" "No. That's stupid, Stupid." Mario removed his cap and slapped his brother with it, "I was thinking a volleyball tournament. We can set up in the empty lot next door, Master Chef in room 2A can make his famous waffles..." "His name is Master Chief, Mario," interrupted Luigi, "and he doesn't make waffles, he just says 'roffles' all the time. I think he speaks a different language. Leet or something." "Then he can make roffles." Mario snapped, "I don't care. Luigi, let's just get over to the empty lot to see what we have to work with."
