Cockroaches and rats walked and scurried along here holding the deadly man of diseases, and spiderwebs walked on the ceiling ever so slowly but ever so menacingly. Diddy Kong gazed at the creature in blue, he was the man who sat on the thrown of aura. His four ears could hear the silent whispers of other fighter's aura, his nose could smell the unsmellable aura. Lucario was sitting against the wall, his eyes were closed and his ears were up, his mysterious visible aura orbited him like the moon.
Diddy Kong's feet were struggling to walk, he could feel his warm blood slide down to his legs slowly; he could feel his ripped and swollen veins let his blood go and travel throughout his body veinless. With one limp after the other, he painfully walked over to the crowd of warriors.
But in the distance, he spotted Little Mac, who was backed against the wall with his arms crossed. "You talk big game, but can't back it up," said Little Mac. Diddy Kong stopped limping, and stared at Little Mac, not with cold eyes. Or with a scowling face, but with the eyes of a disappointed mom, "You think, you better than me boy," said Diddy Kong. "You just a man with hitten power," said Diddy Kong. "A strong body can never conquer a righteous mind."
Little Mac put his hand on his shock collar, but he didn't need to make contact with him when he saw a mouse scurrying along innocently. Little Mac gave a cold smile towards the small mouse, and with the swiftest of snatches, the small mouse was engulfed by a green glove. Little Mac held the mouse tightly around his glove, and held it above his head.
And with all the force he had, with all the force his momma gave him through genes and birth, he swung the mouse speedingly through the air, going past the biggest and the smallest warriors in the prison. Going past the spiked shell of bowser, and through the small pikmin of Alamar, and finally smashing into the forehead of Diddy Kong. The mouse's blood erupted through its skin like a volcano, with its legs and arms being violently twisted backwards, and it's heart giving it's last beat.
Diddy Kong fell back into the ground painfully, his back felt like it was on fire, and the ringing in his ear was screaming like an elephant. Diddy Kong struggled to get back up, using the small food doors that were on the gray brick walls, with just one hand pulling his body up. But when he managed to get to his feet, he saw a gaurd with something unusual in his mouth, his eyes were as red as the Devil's skin, and white smoke slowly floated from his mouth like a bubble. "Hey,what's that," said Diddy Kong. The man looked at Diddy Kong with a smiling mouth."Du-u-u-ude, this is the green shit," said the gaurd. "Why you so happy," said Diddy Kong. "Because man, this just makes you feel so good," said the Gaurd. Diddy Kong looked at his bloody wounds on him, and then looked at the white stick that made the man's soulless eyes be filled with one emotion, happiness. "Won't you give a brother a white stick," said Diddy Kong. The man looked at Diddy Kong smiling, "Why would I." "Because my pain is hurtin, just do me one favor and relieve my pain," said Diddy Kong.
"Alright ya, but I'll only give you one," said the man. And the man opened the small door and slid in an ignited stick for Diddy Kong. He wrapped his fingers around it, and put it in his mouth. And with one puff of smoke, the roars of his pain settled down, and his eyes got a slight light red.
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