A Day In The Life Of Sonic And Link
Link: *YAAAAAAWWWWWN* 'morning, Soni...SONIC!!
Sonic: Wasn't my fault. By the way, 'sup?
Link: Why in the hell did I wake up in the middle of the street?!
Sonic: Promise you won't be mad?
Link: NO!
Sonic: I sold our apartment to the mob for crack.
Link: Oh, well in that case. . .YOU WHAT?!? You *******, we don't even
own the apartment! That's why we have to pay RENT!
Sonic: . . .So. . .The crack was free?
Link: Now we don't have anywhere to live!
Sonic: But the crack was free?
Link: And we're guilty of associating with crack dealers!
Sonic: Crack be free?
Link: And when the mob finds out you skiffed them, we're gonna get. . .
Sonic: CRACK!! FREE?! ANSWER, POR FAVOR!!
Link: SHADAAP!!
*Later, in the mafia-run district. . .*
Link: Okay, shut up and let me do the talking.
Sonic:
Can do, Mr Talking Christmas Tree. . .
Link: . . .You're high, aren't you?
Sonic: What would
you do with fifty kilos of cut cocaine? Try to grow a cocaine bush? . . .*Thinks for a minute* . . .I'm gotta run to home depot. They sell gardening stuff at home depot, right? *Vanishes.*
Link: Yeah, whatever. Hope you die on a speedbump. . .mumble,mumble. Anyway, I'll have better luck trying to get our apartment back from the mob without you.
Okay, time to meet the mob. . .
*Ten minutes later*
SMACK!! POW!! WHOCK!!
Link: Wh. . .Why are you beating me? I didn't even say any. . .
WHOCK!
Mario: We're the $%!@#?! Mob,
puttana! This is what we-a do!!
Comprende?!
Link: O. . .Okay. . .
Mario:
Bene, bene. . . Now, what can we do for you, my friend?
Link: Well. . .My friend kind of sold you an apartment earlier this morning. Or maybe it was last night, I dunno. Anyway, you might remember him. He's short, blue. . .
Mario:
Eneregico to move,
Pigro to think?
Link: He's a hedgehog. . .
Mario: Oh, yeah. I-a know him. Whatsa the matter?
Link: Well, we kind of need the apartment back. I'm. . .Not a hobo.
Mario: Well, what a coincidence-ia! We were-a gonna to use that apartment to pin-a you guys for a murder, but it's such a pieca-crappa, the Cornoner-a said that he-a musta committed suicide. So we're-a looking to-a sell it again!
Link: So. . .If we gave you back the crack, then you'd. . .
Mario:
Notta problema!
Link: Yes! Okay, lemme just call my friend, he's got the crack, and then he can. .
Sonic: Yo, Link! I put all the crack in a pot with water, topsoil and fertilizer! Anything else you think it needs?
Mario:
Que repeta?
Link: . . .oh, god. . .
*Ten minutes later*
Link (Severely beaten) Okay. . .Mario said that he's gonna give us a chance to make up what we owe before he breaks our legs We've got till midnight tonight.
Sonic: How much do we owe?
Link: $3500, plus interest.
Sonic: Whoa. That's almost as much as I spent on gardening stuff.
Link:. . .And how did you
pay for it?
Sonic: Borrowed some money from the mob. Why?
Link: . . .Would you like to know
why I'm not shoving this sword up your drug-flooded blue *** right now?
Sonic: Because EPA would ice you?
Link:
Because you
need that *** so you can work it off to halp me pay that seven g's Mario wants!
*Cue montage of Sonic and Link working for hard cash*
Monkey Wrangler: $204
First Place at MXC: $12
Butler: $1229
Experimental Nuclear-Powered Condom Tester: $3110
Counter-terrorist: $12000
Burned down Central Park:
-$500,000,000
*12:00 AM, that night*
Link: I hate you. I really hate you.
Sonic: I had to do it, man. The sunlight wasn't strong enough to make my crack-bush grow. It needed fire to germinate. . .
Link: Shut up.
Mario: Hey,
piasanos! I've got good news for you!
Link: You're not gonna kill us!
Sonic: More crack to buy?
Mario: No! We're-a gonna use your own apartment to fix-a your own deaths!
Link: Wh. . .Why would you crush our hopes like that?
Mario: We. Are. The. Bad. Guys.
Comprende? Now bend over, you're %$!@! tall.
Link: You're not that short.
Mario: No, but my thug is.
Link: Thug?
Kirby: Okay, lemme see 'dem legs.
OBSCENE VIOLENCE CENSOR ACTIVATED
Link: AUUUGHH! NNOOOO! NOO! NOT THE. . .OWWWWW! OWWW! NOOOOOOOO! AUUUGGGHHHHH! AUUUGGGGHHHHH!
Mario: Any last words,
puttana?
Link: I. . .Hate. . .Sonic. . .
Mario: Speaking of-a which, where is he?
Kirby: I dunno. You want me to break 'is legs?
Mario: That's-a what you're here-a for. . .Hey, whassa all this rumbling going on?
*
CRASH!!!!!*
ROAAAAAARRR!!!
Mario:
Santachristo?!?! What-a da $%@!?!? is
that?!
Sonic: IT WORKED! I'M A BOTANIST!
Kirby: Hell nah, they don't
pay me enough for this ****! I'm outta here!
*Two hours later*
Link: Well Sonic, it looks like your crack addiction actually paid off for once. I don't think we'll be hearing from Mario any time soon.
Sonic: Yeah! And best of all, all that crack was free after all!
Link: Huh. I guess you're right. Well, let's go back to our two-bit, bloodstained hole-in-a-wall that we call home.
Sonic: True 'dat.
Link: Oh, and Sonic?
Sonic: Yeah?
Link: What I said earlier, about hating you?
Sonic: Mm-hmm?
Link: I meant it. Honestly.
*The Next Morning*
Link: *Yawwwwwwn. . .* Morning, Soni. . .(Notices that he woke up in the street again.)SONIC!!!
Sonic: Okay, I can explain this time. See, it turns out that the crack-bush actually eats more crack than it makes, so I had to kill it it, and. . .well, then I needed more crack and. . .well. . .
. . .You know what a Yakuza is, right?
THE END