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With the titans slain, and spirits freed, the World of Trophies was restored to its proper state.
Despite their victory, despite the effort it took, everyone couldn't help but be rendered silent.
That is, everyone but Tabuu apparently, who was screaming.
“Those… those crude, lecherous, salacious Bastards!” Tabuu yelled, uncaring of the pain that came from swearing in front of children.
Then, strangely enough, Crazy Hand agreed.
“Those two really don’t know when to get a room. Did they really have to drag everyone into THAT.”
Before anyone could think about what Crazy Hand said, Master Hand saw it fit to stick in after vomiting profusely out of sight apparently.
“They used me… for their weird foreplay. Disgusting. Take me out now while I'm still weakened.”
Even the Miis looked awkward in their own way. Shugi in particular seems determined to build a hole and lie there.
In the face of this, King Dedede dedemanded “What in the worlds are you bozos talking about?!”
It took only one look at the rest of the roster to see this was a common sentiment, bridging murders, heroes, villians, civilians, and COD fans alike.
“I by no means want to begin to describe-”
“They were fucking. They were having sex. They were doing it. They were banging. What more do you want from me?!” Master Hand hollered, clearly distressed, clearly about to vomit again.
Naturally, a chorus of “What” and “Dear God” and “Wait, really?” erupted over the crowd. Even freaks like Ganondorf and Sephiroth seemed to look a bit concerned.
It’s natural this ended how it all started: people running around and screaming for any god to listen to them.