DaPizzaMan17 looked around, unsure of his existence.
Mario looked up, and saw that he had another version of himself."
"HEY!" Mario said to DaPizzaMan17. "Are you ready to Mario time?!"
DaPizzaMan17 nodded and they proceeded to act like planes.
SMG4 sighed and stuck a hand out, which stopped both Mario and DaPizzaMan17 in their tracks.
"Come on Mario. We need to get back to our universe." he said, as he pulled out a portal gun, shot a portal, and took Mario with him. Meanwhile, DaPizzaMan15 & DaPizzaMan16 looked down at DaPizzaMan17.
"Huh. Do you think he's another DPM?" DaPizzaMan15 asked.
"Well duh, most likely," DaPizzaMan16 responded, "He has a 17 on his hat for pete's sake."
DaPizzaMan17 suddenly, rose, startling the other two DPMs. He soon saw that he had two people, and then started speaking in a British accent.
"My, my, what might we have here?" he said.
DaPizzaMan15 looked in shock, while DaPizzaMan16 said: "YOU'RE BRITISH?!"
"Why, gēse." DaPizzaMan17 responded.
"WHAT?!"
"Why, the term gēse was used in old English back in the 12th century. What does the term mean you ask? Well, the term gēse means 'may it be so.'
"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?! YOU HAVEN'T EVEN EXISTED FOR 3 MINUTES YET!!!"
"Actually, I'd have to say you'd be false. It has currently been 180,000 milliseconds since my existence."
"That's three minutes." DaPizzaMan15 said.
"Why yes, indeed!" DaPizzaMan17 exclaimed boldly. "Excellent work!"
DaPizzaMan16 was so dumbfounded by this he walked back home. "I'll.....be back." DaPizzaMan16 said, whose brain was malfunctioning. DaPizzaMan17 soon turned back into his old, dumb, self again.
"Sooooo......you're DaPizzaMan17?"
"Yes!" DaPizzaMan17 exclaimed.
"How many accents can you do?"
"Well, allow me to show you."
"Alright."
"So.....here's what I can do...I can do American, obviously."
"Well yeah, duh."
"You've already perceived with the eyes that I can do British."
"Yep."
"Australian, mate!"
"No surprise there."
"I do some-a rudsin accent, comrade."
"Nice."
"عربي"
"What."
"وهذا كل شيء."
"Speak English please."
"Sorry. Arabic, and that's it."
"Ah nice."
DaPizzaMan15 & DaPizzaMan17's conversation was interrupted by a villager who owned the factory.
"WAH?! WHAT DID YOU DO MY FACTORY!" the villager screamed in agony.
"What makes you think we did it?" DaPizzaMan15 asked.
"You're standing right outside it!" the villager continued.
"That doesn't mean we destroyed it though." DaPizzaMan17 told the villager.
"YES IT DOES!"
"Nuh-uh."
"YOU KNOW WHAT, I DON'T CARE IF YOU DIDN'T DO IT....YOU BOTH OWE ME EMERALDS!"
"EMERALDS?!" DaPizzaMan15 screamed in shock. "WHY EMERALDS?!"
"BECAUSE IT TOOK ME A LOT OF EMERALDS TO DO BUILD THAT! SO PAY UP NOW!"
DaPizzaMan17 knew exactly what to do.
He set his game mode to creative and got a netherite sword, and enchanted with with Sharpness CMXCIX.
"Now, listen here buddy." DaPizzaMan17 asked, all of a sudden talking in his British accent. "We did not do shit this factory, so we don't owe you shit now. So, I suggest that you run as far as your Kentucky Fried legs can walk, or I will be forced to stick this Sharpness 999 sword up your-"
"Ok....17.....that's enough talking, I think you got the point across." DaPizzaMan15 interrupted.
"What," DaPizzaMan17 said, returning to his normal voice. "What do you mean?"
DaPizzaMan15 pointed at the villager, who was white as a snowman in the middle of winter.
"Oh." DaPizzaMan17 asked. "Was I too hard on him?"
DaPizzaMan15 shook his head.
"Oh alright. Let's go." DaPizzaMan17 said.
"Agreed." DaPizzaMan15 agreed.
The two DPMs ran off in the distance, then the villager got himself back together again after 15 minutes.
"STICK IT UP MY WHAT?!" he asked in desperation. "MY WHAAAT?!"
"I think he means your-" someone said from the bushes, but the villager interrupted him in fear.
"Wha....WHO'S THERE!? ARE YOU GONNA STICK A SWORD UP ME-"
"NO!" the voice said.
"Well, then, who are you?!"
The voice emerged from the bushes, and out rose Guest B from Wii Sports.
"Wait, are you...?" the villager asked.
"Yes. It's me. Guest B. One of the guest miis you can play as in Wii Sports. Say, was that a DPM that threatened you?" Guest B told the villager.
"Y-yeah...." the villager told him. "Were you in that bush the entire time?"
"Yes. I wanted to catch a DPM, but I decided to wait."
"Wha.....why do you want to catch one of them?!"
"The purple one specifically."
"Why...?"
"Well. Let me explain the Villager. Sit down against your ruined factory, and let me explain why I want that purple DPM for months now."
