Dry Bowser was grilling some hamburgers as he was watching Toadette farting near him, with the bony reptile not question as to why the stinky mushroom girl was causing such a ruckus with her smelly fungi fumes, the duo being on a balcony overlooking the bustling city of the Melee stage known as Fourside, with the actual battlefield for it being nearby.

"This is subtle." Dry Bowser began as he flipped some burgers into the air using his spatula, eating a finished burger with his other hand. "So subtle, it literally hurts."

Of course, most people won't get the joke..." Toadette admitted while fanning the pungent air around her. "...Or the reason the author made this."

Popo and Nana were playing pong on their small TV inside an igloo as Popo groaned, with Nana winning every match of pong, the Ice Climber pair being inside their comfortable igloo on the side of a snowy mountain in the middle of an intense blizzard.

"Argh, damn it!" Popo groaned as he glared at Nana. "How come you always beat me?"

"Because... there's a way certain players know how to play." Nana responded as she stretched her arms out, just for you big guy. "Besides, you ever think what the pong paddles feel?"

"Pretty useless, considering there's nothing to base a story on about it." Popo remarked, as he then closed his eyes and imagined what would it be like for the pong paddles to feel...

Nana let out a raunchy fart as she winked while playfully sticking out her tongue. "Could feel that even they might have feelings too."

Cue scene change. It was nothing but darkness. Pure pitch darkness. And in the center was a lone white computer, with the left white paddle typing on it. The right paddle approached the left paddle, curious.

"Left, what are you doing?" The right paddle asked in a feminine tone.

The left paddle continued typing, replying in a masculine tone, "Deleting stories."

The right paddle simply stood there, surprised. "It's four o' clock in the morning. Why on earth are you deleting stories?"

"Because I lost control of my life." The left paddle replied as he sighed.

The right paddle continued standing there, floating a bit up and down. "Oh... well, what kind of stories are you deleting?"

"Well... Non-story." The left paddle remarked.

The right paddle stopped moving as she was confused. "Non... stories?"

The left paddle turned his attention to the right paddle. "Yeah. You know, lists, notes, polls, announcement, and etc..."

The right paddle looked at the computer screen, noticing a particular fanfic just removed. She gasped as she turned back to the left paddle. "But, that story you just deleted was an actual story!"

"It's been removed because it violated the guideline detailed on the upload page." The left paddle remarked in a stoic tone.

The right paddle was angered. "But it was an actual story! You just can't go deleting someone's fanfic they put effort in left and right just because you didn't personally like it!"

"Actually, I can." The left paddle snarkly replied.

The right paddle was disgusted. "Ugh! Just who are you?"

The left paddle chuckled quietly. "I'm... a fanfic Administrator."

And then there was awkward silence. Meanwhile, miles away in the pure pitch black, a single white dot was crying, seeing her story getting deleted on her own white computer.

Dry Bowser, Toadette, and the Ice Climbers all got together to review the movie they just saw, with them having various reactions as to how the film went.

"What a load of shit."

"Watch this get deleted."

"I kinda hope not, but given what this is..."

"Why is this a surprise to anyone?"

Just watch.