Far away, in some strange land, wherever Pittoo went during the time he was traveling, we notice a slight disturbance in the random wildlife.
“I AM YOUR FATHER!”
Ness peered around the tree, wondering who could be scaring the birds down from the trees. Most of them were dead.
“LUKE, I AM YOUR FATHER!”
Pittoo, wielding a cobalt-colored lightsaber, stabbed at unseen opponents, his jet black wings billowing in the wind.
“I SAID I AMMMM YOUR FATHER! NOW FIGHT ME!”
He struck a tree with heartfelt vengeance.
“I AMMM YOUR-ah, forget it.” The lightsaber disappeared and Ness decided to label it in his mind as “Regular Life.”
Over in Dungeon Gym, somewhere in Altea, AJRA, we wonder what could be making all that racket.
“Mfgmshabdo, Solo!” Roy practices his Greedo impression in private. But not completely alone.
Pit and Marth are laughing in the basement, watching the secret video screens, as the AweSomE cast leader creeps up behind Roy and grabs him by the shoulders.
Roy screams, and yells to high sky. His scream breaks the mirror in front of him.
“YOU’RE DEAD!” Hopefully that gym leader will save his own skin somehow.
Up on top of some peaceful mountain, supposedly alone in a rotting temple, the lovely atmosphere is interrupted by some inferior sci-fi nerd.
“IT IS YOUR FATE. JOIN ME LUKE, AND WE SHALL RULE TOGETHER.”
He turned with a gasp, quickly followed by an urge to wring Shulk’s neck as they raced down the mountainside.
Over in AJRA, we observe a regular lunchtime with the eccentric exalt of Ylisse, in an attempt to lighten the day; but his geekhood is evidently lost on Lucina.
Lucina paused in front of Chrom’s desk. She knew he was busy; she should probably bring him lunch from the cafeteria downstairs.
“What do you want for lunch, sir?”
He paused for a moment to think; and then, “BRING ME SOLO AND THE WOOKIE.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Uh, it was a quote.”
“Oh. So what do you want?”
“BRING ME FISHSTICK AND A COOKIE.”
“Okay. That’s better.”