A mighty roar.
Two massive, clawed feet, raking the arena.
Gobi, staring up in horror.
Flonnezilla had come for him. His time was nigh...
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"Um...Etna...I don't think anyone's going to really believe that Giga Bowser is me..." Flonne noted, as Bowser spun violently, encasing the poor fishman in a blizzard.
"Relax, he looks just like you." Etna replied, smiling.
"No, he doesn't!" "Sure he does. Look, the flat chest, the massive, powerful thighs, the sharp, rending fangs, the small brain, the ground-pounding earthquake-making bu-" "ETNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Flonne shrieked, chasing the laughing Etna out of the stands.
"Hum. I guess I should have told her that I just bought the judges. But, that's okay. This was funnier." Laharl shrugged, as he watched them go.
"Man, that Bowser would make a fine vassal, if only he could stay big..." He added meditatively. "Of course...maybe if I...hmhmhm..." He chuckled softly.
