Reploid Rampage

"So, all that aside, I think there's nothing to worry about. I mean, Kirby should be on the case and have all this nonsense wrapped up before second dinner. Or fourth lunch. Which one do we have at 4 o' clock?"

"Both, I'm pretty sure. Well, you're right. There's really no problem since Kirby will just-"

"Wrong!"

"You see, Kirby sprang onto the scene questionably fast, as per normal, but since the replicas are of no threat or ability, as they're completely uninspired and therefore must blow, he just ate them by the barrel full. After only getting through a fraction of the dregs, their foul everything churned his stomach horribly, so he's out of commission for as far as any Dream Lander is concerned."

"What the-? Squeaky Bogg? When did you get here."

"What do you mean? I've been here all along. I was just napping over by that tree."

"That was you? I thought it was a Noddy."

"Well, a Noddy used to be there..."

"Oh, no. You didn't eat it, did you?"

"Hey, I don't need Noddy's to get to sleep. I can quit them anytime I want to. Besides, they shouldn't taste so good."

"They taste like liver marinated in feces."

"Delicious feces."

"Regardless, if the glorious glutton can't save the day, then who shall?"

"Well, I have someone in mind. This faceless, round warrior sheathed in metal is renowned across the galaxies. I, of course, and speaking of no other than-"

"- Samus Aran! ... in ball form!"

"Um, could I not be in ball form? It's really killing my back. I don't even know how my suit does this."

"Hey, you know the rules. If you want to stay on Pop Star, you either have to be a round and cute or get the Ado surgery."

"There was enough left over to make two of me!"

"Just disturbing!"

"But really, why would you want to be an ugly, stretch out human. You look so much foxier like this. Ye-hah. Totally rockin' it."

"Dude! Don't be hittin' on Ball Samus. It's just... it's just not right!"

"Oh, what's the worse that can happen? Is she going to deposit some sort of small, glowing explosive to blow me away, which, to my knowledge, she does exclusively have the ability to do when specifically in this morphed state, and I'm so invested in describing this outlandish scenario that I wouldn't even notice if such was right in front of me? That's just crazy talk, it is. Pure-"

Sha-BOOM!

"Well, there goes another one. Seems like we're all dying. ... I'm next, aren't I?"

"Oh, now, really. You know that I couldn't tell you when. Uh, or if. Now, on an unrelated topic, Samus, you'll want to cover yourself with a tarp or something soon."

"Aw, man..."