Meal 24


	Killajor's flames scorched at their tails as they hastily tried to fly out of range of the attack.  "Now we have to deal with him too," groaned Ivy.  "Are you sure you won't reconsider?"

	"Yes," answered Kill waving one hand and suddenly causing the gravity around Jokull, Vic, and Ivy to increase and send them plummeting to the ground.  Aiming the fingers on his other hand at them sparks surged from his fingertips and zapped them on the ground.  Their bodies twitched and spasmed as electricity surged through every nerve in their bodies.  He stopped when he was satisfied they were burnt black.  "I'm not much of a joiner.  Now which of my infinite powers should I use to finish you off?"  As he pondered this, he noticed ice quickly accumulating on his feet and climbing up to his knees.  "I almost forgot about you, Snow.  Giving me cold feet the best you can do?"

	"And a hot seat too," joked Snow as he kicked Kill's rump, his whole leg aglow with magical fire.  With his legs frozen to the ground, there was nothing Kill could do to avoid it.  With all his might he sent Killajor flying over the mouth of the volcano over to the side.  "You might have been an unstoppable monster before, but now I am the invincible one.  Try defeat me and I'll just be able to recover from the damage and get even stronger."

	"Obamon has made you a rather irritating opponent," commented Kill breaking the ice off his legs with his bare claws and standing back up.  "I guess I won't be able to half-ass this fight after all."

	"Glad to see you recognize my strength, but you better admit I'm just as strong as you if you want to even have a chance," bellowed Snow before he took a massive breath causing his stomach swelled like a balloon filling with air.  It spread to his arms and legs and even made his butt cheeks swell out larger.  Finally it blimped up his face and shockingly despite his weight he was now floating in the air.  Killajor stared his him for a moment then laughed so hard it hurt to breathe.

	"You sure that's a good idea?" he laughed.  "I could just poke you with one claw and watch you pop like a balloon."

	"I am being completely serious," Snow answered, his voice strained as he tried to keep the air in his mouth.

	"Serious huh," said Killajor amused.  "Well how long can that last with a giant pizza behind you."

	"Giant pizza where?" cried Snow with delight, opening his mouth and letting the air start to gush out.  When he realized there really wasn't any pizza there he quickly shut his maw and breathed through his nose to replenish his air.

	"All that power and evil influence," snickered Killajor.  "But you are just the same old Snow you always are."

	"Save your opinions until after you've seen my blizzard attack," snapped Snow as he let the air out of his body.  It came out like a massive blizzard, covering over the volcano and the ice was spreading outward from wherever it landed.

	"Not bad," admitted Kill.  "I could be in trouble from that, but I wouldn't be a Koopa if I didn't have fire breath.  Taking in a deep breath, he spewed out flames fighting back the ice.  Their battle of hot and cold continued with the ice pushing back the fire one moment then the fire flaring up and beginning to overtake the ice before getting pushed back again.  Kill and Snow didn't do so much as breathe or blink as they refused to give in, but finally, it was Snow's Snow storm that finally won out, extinguishing the flames and freezing Kill's muzzle.  Unable to open his muzzle and the ice spreading uncontrollable on its own as well as Snow continuing his attack until Kill was frozen in a thick layer of ice.

	"You're right now bad," taunted Snow.  "You don't stand a chance against me so there!"  He stuck his tongue out provokingly, confident that Killajor was frozen solid, but to his surprise, the ice started cracking all over and dark flames started flaring out from them.

	Roaring wildly, Koopa Kill burst out of the ice, his body flaring with evil flames, his hair standing up and his eyes full of anger.  "Now you made me angry.  You wanted to fight me and now I'm going to show you my absolute wrath!"

	Taking in another deep breath, Kill prepared another fire breath attack.  Snow too the chance to refill his own breath and they did another clash of attacks.  The only differences this time was Kill's flames were now dark blue instead of reddish orange and Snow didn't even stand a chance.  As the flames covered over Snow he flailed about in agony.  He dropped to the ground and tried to roll the flames out, but they proved more resilient than they were before.  By the time Snow managed to put himself out Kill had already started smashing his foot against Snow's head in a rage to smash his head like a pumpkin.  He was relentless, but Snow managed to catch his foot in the middle of another stomp and with all his might push him back.  Scrambling to his feet as Kill attempted to balance himself they both managed to recover simultaneously and punch one another in the side of their face, their plump cheeks absorbing more of the damage, but hurt all the same.

	Taking a step back they quickly struck back again striking at one another with a random spell augmenting their fists.  Ice froze over them one moment and then fire thawed them, filling the air with mist.  Thunder clashed with deafening loudness and torrential rain poured down, but neither of them was willing to give up.  Locking hands they glared one another down.

	"Not bad," groaned Snow.

	"Not bad yourself," moaned Killajor.  "If I knew you could put up this sort of fight then I'd probably have taken care of you long ago."

	"Maybe, but now I'm the one who is going to get rid of you.  Then I'll prove that I'm the most powerful now.  You are just the last speed bump in my way."

	"What about us?" called Jokull.

	"You were speed bumps too, but you three were already taken care of," answered Snow pausing for a moment before realizing.  "Wait, Kill fried you three to death.  How are you still alive?"

	"Almost didn't," explained Jokull. "But I managed to find the Healing Circle Spell in my deck of cards.  Healed all three of us good as new."

	"So what if it did," scoffed Koopa Kill.  "You three are just a bunch of pests."

	"What did you call us?" snapped Ivy angrily.  "Come down here and say that to my face."

	"Keep calm," urged Vic.  "Let's just do as we planned.  Let's show them that we can be just as powerful as them."

	"Very well," agreed Ivy as the two Lugia rose up in the air and flapped their wings creating a pair of tornados aimed right at the two giants.

	"Is that the best you can do?" laughed Kill.  "Such cooling breezes cannot even make us budge."

	"That's why I'm going to add to the attacks," added Jokull.  In his hand he had a card titled, "Ashes to Ashes; Flames of Incineration."  Holding it up he called out the name and an enormous flame burst out.  They got drawn into the twin tornados and in turn they became enflamed.

	"Stage one done," observed Vic.  "Ready for stage two?"

	"All set," answered Ivy as they slowly made their tornados collide growing larger and faster as they then set their aim on Snow and Kill.  They were still entangled arm in arm.  There was nothing they could do as the fiery wind swallowed them up and blew them away.  The attack was so massive it blackened the any part of the ground it touched and heated up the air making it feel like a sauna.  Snow and Kill had been thrown quite a ways down the mountain, every inch of their bodies blackened like charcoal.

	"Still think we're just pests?" shouted Jokull.  "We aren't to be trifled with!"

	"I forgot how much pests pester me," said Kill as he shoot the soot off his body.

	"Still, that did hurt," admitted Snow.  "Just a little though."  Shaking the soot off his body too his eyes grew sad as he saw his wizarding outfit was nothing more than ashes, though his fur proved move resilient and remained.  "No!  My fashion sense!  Do you know how hard it is to get clothes when you are this big?"

	"Well since I'm just as big as you, yes," Kill answered.  "Pretty easy with the right spell.  But on to more important issues.  We won't be able to enjoy our fight until we beat them and make sure they don't come back."

	"Good point," agreed Snow.  "Would you care to take care of them for good this time?"

	"Alright," answered Kill, his dark power flaring up as he stared at them.  "I'll go for overkill this time."  Waving his hand, he used his gravity magic to once again pin Jokull, Vic, and Ivy to the ground once again and made it so they couldn't budge an inch.  Inhaling big he let out a wave of dark fire at them.  Unable to do anything but watch their doom unfold, their thoughts turned to their friends fighting against Dillon and then to Obamon likely enjoying their struggles from her cottage abode.

	"Is there really nothing we can do to stop Obamon?" asked Jokull as the flames were about to swallow them up.  Then the ground in front of them burst open and a huge figure stood in front of them on four legs.  The watched in awe as the figure shielded them with his body preventing the flames from getting through him.

	"We will stop her," he answered.  "We have not even come close to paying her back for all she's done."

	"Burnt to a crisp," chuckled Killajor as he finally let up and went to view his work.

	"You sure about that?" asked Tagmer stepping forward onto the ground blackened ground that had been burnt over several times already.  His armor was scorched black as well and crumbled as he moved until it all fell off.  "Seems you ruined my armor, but that's just fine.  It served its purpose and I feel pumped to crush some baddies.  Since Obamon isn't here I'll start with you two."

	"Been a while since we've seen one another," Kill said with a grin.  "I was hoping to find you.  You see, you have something that belongs to me."

	"You mean that fat Tanuki incarnation of you?" asked Tagmer.

	"That's it," he answered.

	"Maybe I have it, or maybe I don't," Tag answered smugly grinning.  "So much has happened I can't say I recall every single thing."

	"Perhaps I can make you remember," offered Kill.  "Break a few bones, crush a few organs, and bring you an inch from death and I'm sure that little info will come back to you in no time."

	"If you think it will be that simple then show me what the big bad Koopa can do," taunted Tagmer.

	"Kill you for starters," stated Killajor.


	There once was an old lady who loved to make everyone happy.


	Obamon read one page than another with a grin on her face, but as she approached the last few pages with text her smile diminished and her grip tightened, her claws digging into the cover of the book.  "Seems I underestimated my enemies and put too much confidence in those two," thought Obamon as she shut the book and held it under her arm.  "I'll have to increase my forces right away.  I should have three more ready to go soon, but I won't stop there.  I will throw some of my special food at them.  I'll start with the one I already have on hand.  It did well before and I'm sure it's eager to play some more."

	Approaching the window of her cottage, Obamon whistled into the distance and waited.  Suddenly, the long noodle strands of the flying Spaghetti monster swarmed around her cottage just as endless as they were before.  A large clump rose from the ground and a single, large eye started at Obamon.

	"There you are my pet," she told it.  "I need you to help me out a bit more.  I have some guests I need you to destroy.  Some of them you know and there are plenty more that you'll just love to meet.  Now ever this book and I'll be sending some more of your friends to join in on the fun too."  Opening the book again, Obamon watched with a grin as the Flying Spaghetti monster entered into the book with all its endless noodle strands following after it.  Obamon had to wait several minutes before it all made it inside and she closed the book and placed it on the dining table for safe keeping.

	"Meal time will have to wait, my dearies," thought Obamon.  "I have some other mouths to feed first."

	Walking into her kitchen she unlocked one of the cabinets.   Inside it was dusty and has cobwebs everywhere.  The only thing that had been put in there by Obamon was an antique wooden box with a seal on the box's latch.  Pulling it out, she wiped away the layer of grime that had covered over the box revealing an engraving on metal plate atop the box.  It read, "Food of the Gods."  Tearing off the seal, she opened it up and gazed on the numerous cards inside of it.

	"It has been so long since I looked in this accursed box," she said to herself.  "Just one card cursed me to this very existence.  I hardly believe any more could do any greater harm."  Using her claws she filed through the cards carefully looking them over.  She selected one out and watched as it burst into blue flames, the ashes floated in the air then penetrated her body through her eyes, nose, and mouth.  Gagging and collapsing to the ground she clutched her heart as tears streamed down her face.  It only lasted a few seconds, but she remained motionless a while longer before getting to her feet again.  "Recipe learned."  Looking into the box again she resumed searching the recipes and every one she chose acted just like the first, though they each had a more agonizing effect on her.

	"That's five," she coughed.  "Even with all I have eaten these recipes are still a huge burden on my body.  It hurts, but I should be able to obtain one more."  Her body trembling, she just grabbed a single card from the box at random.  Her vision blurred and she was unable to see what was written on the recipe card.  It burst into flames like all the others and as this one entered into her body she blacked out, collapsing on the ground.

	"Did you hear that?" asked Rena still drinking her milk with Anikitty and Guilmon on the couch.  Since they had started they had fattened up tremendously, each outgrowing their own couch cushion and their fat pressing against one another.  Their bellies dropped over the front of the couch and the limbs were droopy with their lard filling.

	"Sounds like something fell," Anikitty commented.

	Guilmon stopped drinking his milk too and whimpered sadly.  "I have a bad feeling about it too," stated Renamon.  "Let's go see Obamama."

	They had to put a lot of effort into squirming and wiggling to get off their butts and onto the ground.  They plopped down and their bodies bounced and jiggled from the mix of thick fat covering every inch of them and all the fattening milk still being processing in their guts.

	"I think we got bigger?" commented Anikitty blushing at all the blobbiness.

	"Squishy fatty fat," giggled Guilmon poking and prodding at his flabby belly the poking at the fatty sides of his siblings.

	"We can play later, Guily," Renamon told him and did her best to remain focused.  "We have to walk over and find out where that sound came from."  As they tried to walk they found it virtually impossible as they didn't seem to make any progress as they moved their legs.

	"Maybe we should try crawling instead," suggested Anikitty, but once again it did nothing to help.  They couldn't reach beyond their bellies to grab at the floor.

	"Rolly polly," gooed Guilmon, his idea working as they rolled their way forward and into the kitchen.  They could barely see clearly as they rolled, but then they collided against something soft and bounced off of it.

	"What was that?" asked Anikitty.

	"It looks like," gasped Renamon as she saw that they have bumped into Obamon out could on the ground and not moving.  "It's Obamama!"

	Seeing her like this, Renamon and Anikitty started tearing up while Guilmon quickly began wailing hard.  "Obamama!" he cried.  "Please wake up!"


	She lived in a small, but cozy cottage in a tranquil spot in the woods.


	"Stand still!" growled Dillon as he punched and kicked at the ground, but he just couldn't catch any of his targets as they dodge his every attack and countered him every time.  "How do you expect me to hit you when you keep moving out of the way?"

	"Only a moron would let you attack them," answered Jerrett as he rocked out another guitar solo at Dillon knocking him down for the millionth time.

	"Even I know better than to do that," woofed Logan as he flew up high and belly flopped onto the dillo with all his might imprinting his body on his ab muscles.  "Ow.  Though I forgot that muscle is hard and fat is soft.  That felt like belly flopping into a pool with no water in it."

	"Not quite what I would do with the opening I gave you," commented Jerrett to Logan.  "But you do make a compelling point.  We're not getting anywhere like this.  His brute force could crush us if he hit us, but luckily we're able to keep up with ever his most derpish attack.  But in comparison we're able to attack him over and over again, but we're barely making a dent.  At this rate this fight will go on forever."

	"That's why I have to fight," stated Zane who was restrained with some rope that tied him to Jerrett's back.  He struggled against the rope, but his strength couldn't break his bindings.  "So let me go so I can help out."

	"If you don't stop with that then I'll tie you to Logan," threatened Jerrett.  "Just watching him fly around so crazily is making me feel sick."

	"Fine," grumbled Zane as he tried chewing against the ropes in quiet defiance.

	"Are you two done talking yet?" called Logan licking all over his arm.  "It isn't easy keeping Dillon at bay on my own."  He then shoved his moist arm into Dillon's ear giving him a wet willie.  "Then again this is kind of funny."  A shocked and disturbed look appeared on his face as his ear canal was now flowing with dog saliva.

	"Now that's rude," groaned Dillon as he lifted his arm between his ear and Logan.  Then he swatted at him, but the Golden Retriever was one step ahead and flew out of the way making the dillo smack himself.

	"I guess this means that between the two of us I'm the smart one," Logan chuckled.

	"Hey Logan," said Dillon.  "Have you chased your mailman today?"

	Hearing this, Logan gasped in shock.  "No.  I haven't," he answered.  "I completely spaced on it."

	"Well I got one right here in the palm of my hand," lied Dillon.

	"What's going on?" asked Zane, unable to see what was going on while he was tied to Jerrett.

	"You don't want to know," sighed Jerrett as he watched Logan fly onto the palm of Dillon's hand.

	"Where is he?" growled Logan.  "Where's that mailman?"

	"Right where you're standing," giggled Dillon.

	"Oh, yeah," realized Logan.  "I'm a mailmutt after all."

	"Yes you are," snickered Dillon as he started slapping his hands together over and over again.  He stopped only to squeeze the flatted super pooch in his hand and then got into a pitching stance.  Completing the windmill, he threw Logan with all his might quickly sending him flying far, far away.  Logan yelled the whole time till he disappeared from sight and his voice faded.  With a derpish grin on his face he slowly turned around.  Logan's yelling started to return and they all watched as he started coming back from the opposite direction he had been thrown.  Making a fist, Dillon swung at Logan as he came within reach and punched him into the ground.

	"That had to hurt," shuddered Zane unable to see, but could imagine from the sounds.

	"There!" stated Dillon.  "I used to super around the world punch.  That had to defeat you this time."

	He listened to the silence and reveled that he had won, but then his arm that was in the ground up to his elbow suddenly got pulled in deeper up to his shoulder.  Surprised, he tried to pull it out, but he barely managed to when Logan burst through the ground and grabbed Dillon's free hand.  "You almost got me, but not quite."  He pulled Dillon's other arm into the ground up to his shoulder, trapping him in the ground.  Coming out of the ground again he flew up over the massive dillo and aimed at this head.

	"What do you think you are going to accomplish with this?" shouted Dillon.

	"I'm going to burst your head open like a watermelon on a piano," derped Logan as he flew down with sound breaking speed.  With his arms trapped there was no way Dillon could move out of the way as Logan came straight down with intense power.

	"Did he do it?" asked Zane feeling the force from Logan's attack.

	"I think he did," answered Jerrett.  "He defeated Dillon!"


	She lived alone, but quickly became delighted whenever she received visitors.


	"I still don't understand why Tagmer popped out of the ground," commented Ivy.

	"He wasn't the only one," stated Wolfcub emerging from the ground along with Thomas.

	"Snow trapped us under there with his evil pizza powers," explained Thomas.

	"Makes sense," said Jokull.  "He attempted to do the same thing to us as well.  It's kind of funny.  We came here to save you; not ever realizing you were right under our feet and now it turns out you will probably be the ones saving us."

	"Don't sell yourselves short," Wolfcub told them.  "We were only able to get out of there because of you.  When the pizza entangled us we were helpless.  Tagmer has the brute force needed to break it, but he was too tired from earlier.  None of us could even use our special powers.  Apparently this pizza source prevents us from doing so as well.  But then something happened and our strength started to return."

	"Makes sense," Vic stated.  "We used a Healing Circle Spell.  It heals anyone we consider on our side so long as they are in the radius of the circle.  Seems that we healed you without even realizing it."

	"That might be, but you did come here to save us," Thomas said.  "And now we have been able to recover."

	"But now that we've saved you, shouldn't we try and get away?" asked Ivy.  "We don't have any other reason to stay here besides to fight against them."

	"We'll have to fight against them at some point," Thomas admitted.  "And Tagmer looks like he's itching for a fight."

	"Time is also not on our side," added Jokull.  "Obamon has been very aggressive in her actions as of late.  She's clearly aiming to get rid of us now.  The long we wait the more she'll attack us with.  We are better off defeating these guys now before reinforcements come.  I doubt Obamon will just watched all this and not attempt to put things back in her favor."

	"We'll have to worry about that later," Vic said.  "Looks like Tagmer and Kill are about to fight.  Do you think Tagmer can fight him alone?"

	"If there's one thing I know about Tagmer," answered Thomas.  "It's that he has to be plenty strong to survive with such an evil being as Remgat living inside of him."
Tagmer charged at Killajor with the fierce power of a herd stampeding.  Not uprooting his feet as Tagmer approached, instead, Kill took a deep breath and spewed a wave for fire at him.  In quick response to the attack, Tagmer's hands began to glow bright green just as the fire him.  They watched in amazement as Tagmer split himself into two to dodge the attack by forking at the flames and continued his charge at Killajor.

	"Not bad," stated Killajor as he stopped breathing fire and held out his claws as they surged with electricity.  "But no matter what you do you'll never be able to reach me."  With a twitch of a finger, a bolt of lightning crackled out and struck at one of the Tagmers.  That Tagmer's arms glowed green and as the lightning struck he split to dodge the attack.  Another finger twitched and struck at the other Tagmer, but once again he split to dodge it.  "Think that will save you from me?  Well let's speed things up a tad and then let's see how long you can divide yourself up."

	All his fingers started twitching wildly sending out streams of electricity down on the ground, each one aimed at a Tagmer.  Just like before, the dragotaur split up every time and while this tactic proved helpful it did have its drawbacks.  Whenever one Tagmer split in two the mass of the original was divided among them evenly.  Soon the number of Tagmers reached the fifties and each one was no larger than Tagmer's head normally was.

	"We've split up enough," said all the Tagmers at once.  "And now that we're in striking range, Kill.  Let's see if fifty Tagmer's is fifty times more trouble than one."

	Wings opening wide, they all took to the sky at one, swarming at Koopa Kill like a swarm of locusts attacking a crop.  Kill attempted to swat them away with his hands, but all the Tags were much too swift at flying and avoided his hands without detouring from their target.

	"Have I completely underestimated Tagmer this whole time?" gasped Kill.  "Is this the end for me?  Pff, no."  Quickly, Kill's hands glowed again as he used his gravity magic once more.  Each Tagmer suddenly found themselves stuck in midair and unable to even more a muscle.  "Control of gravity, is so very useful.  Let's see if I can use it to put you all back together."

	All the Tagmers were forced together with tremendous force.  They were smooshed together and while the fat on their bodies did help cushion them, the gravity was so intense they could feel their bones and organs getting crushed and broken and they shrieked in pain to prove it.

	"That's enough!" cried Wolfcub to Kill.  "You're killing him!"

	"This is a battle," snickered Killajor.  "What do you think I'm supposed to be doing?  I'll kill him, you, and anybody else I feel like so long as I will be the victor in the end. As long as I have that I don't have to worry about a thing.  Now that is enough torture, let's go for the kill."  Increasing the gravity, he further smooshed them together and the agony increased even more.  The Tagmers kept yelling a while longer then stopped and those that could grinned at Kill who stared back not sure what to make of it.  He only grew more confused as the Tagmers started to turn green and converted into some green energy that escaped the gravity and rose up into the air where it was absorbed into another Tagmer, returning this one to full size as he flew down at Kill at full speed.  "What?  How?  Where did you come from?"

	"Back at the start," he explained.  "When you breathed fire at me I didn't split into two, but three.  The first two split up and kept charging while the third stayed hidden behind the flames and teleported away.  I let the other Tagmer's distract you till now.  Looks like I was the one leading you around after all."

	Tagmer took his dual multi weapons and started to assemble them together in midair.  When he was finished he was wielding a massive masher.  With all his might he used it to strike at Kill on his forehead and dropping him flat.  As Kill fell, Tagmer could sense strong ice magic in the works as frost appeared on his scales.  Checking behind him, he managed to catch Snow about to complete another of his spells, his target, of course, Tagmer.

	The sight of this didn't frighten him, instead he smirked as his claws grew purple and he cut at the air in front of him, tearing a portal in front of him.  Passing through, he was back on the ground where Killajor was going to fall to.

	"I don't have much time to do this," Tagmer thought as Snow had cast his spell into Tagmer's portal.  With Kill falling at him and Snow's magic going through the portal him.  Hands still glowing purple, Tagmer flew just over the portal, tearing it larger and large.  He could feel frost covering over his tail as the ice magic burst through the portal and started freezing over everything even Kill as he continued to fall.  "Almost done!"  Tagmer flapped his wings desperate to go faster, if just a smidgen more as he still had to get past Kill's head.  He let out a scream and shut his eyes in desperation.  He expected to in an instant be crushed and then frozen, but then all of a sudden noting came and he opened his eyes to see he had succeeded.  Looking back he was able to see a half frozen Kill pass through the portal that Tagmer had widened for him.  Passing through, he shot out and collided with Snow making them body tumble on the ground.

	"Wow, that was awesome!" cheered Vic.  "Seemed like a lot of risky work to pull that off but well worth it."

	"Still, I doubt that'll be nearly enough to stop either of them," commented Thomas.

	"Heheh, so very true," chuckled Kill getting up, the ice and snow falling off his body as he did.  He started approaching Tagmer again, though with each step his size diminished until he was just as tall as Tagmer was standing on just his hind legs.  "Still, that was quite a theatrical attempted.  I'd enjoy continuing our fight one-on-one, though somewhere a bit more private so we don't get bothered any longer."

	"You just want to separate us," argued Wolfcub.  "None of us would be foolish enough to agree to that."

	"I wouldn't want anything less," answered Tagmer agreeing to Kill's challenge.

	"Are you sure about this?" asked Ivy.  "It took all that effort just to attack him once and he hasn't been trying his hardest I'm sure."

	"That is why it is better for me to fight him alone," explained Tagmer.  "You all can focus on Snow in the meantime.  All together you should be able to defeat him while I fight Kill.  He might not be using his real strength right now, but neither have I."

	"Can you set us up with a better place to fight?" asked Kill to Snow.  "I'll give you a little something that should come in handy too."  He whispered a few words into Snow's ear.  He didn't bother to wait for an answer to whether or now Snow agreed and slipped something into one of Snow's fat folds.

	"With pleasure," he answered as he glanced at Kill and Tagmer.  Soon after, the ground rumbled and a pair of mountain started to emerge out from below Kill and Tagmer.  It lifted them high into the sky till the blackness of space was all that could see above them.  Below them, the only one they could still see was Snow, though he appeared to be a big blob of yellow with a tattoo with the word "Fat" on it.

	"Not a bad place to fight," commented Kill.  "Still, it is missing a little something."  Waving his hands he created a large bridge to connect the mountain peaks together.  He walked onto the end that was on his side and Tagmer stood on his end.  "You all set?"

	"I'd like to take a bit longer to enjoy the view, actually," joked Tagmer.  "But I can just do that afterwards.  After all, I can take care of a lousy Koopa in no time."

	"Then how about I do something to keep things more interesting," he said as he transformed into his skunk form.  "Maybe you'd enjoy fighting me like this."  He then turned into his Rat form.  "Or maybe this form?"  He kept swapping his shape until he ended up as Yoshi Kill.  "I can become any of these forms.  So tell me, which do you wish to be killed by?"

	"This reminds me of a little Shakespeare," commented Tagmer.  "Now how did it go again?  Oh, yeah, a shit in any other form is still a piece of crap."

	"Funny," was all Kill answered with as he charged at Tagmer.  Quick to react, Tagmer charged at Kill as their epic duel began again.


	Taking care of travelers looking for a place to rest always filled her heart with joy, but when they finally had to leave she couldn't help feeling lonely.


	"Guess we should get back to our own fighting," said Snow as he lost sight of Tagmer and Kill.  As he turned to see Jokull and the others, his pupils shrank and he shivered with fright realizing that he was now fighting against five opponents on his own and all of them were eager to fight.

	"Tagmer did have a point," said Jokull.  "Now we just have to fight again Snow and now we've got Wolfcub and Thomas to help us out.  Think the power Obamon gave you will be enough to stop us now?"

	"Uh, anyone else want to fight me one-on-one?" he asked nervously.

	"No thanks," Wolfcub answered as they all attacked him at once.  Vic and Ivy flew in the fastest, both readying a cyclone attack.  Jokull was quickly searching his deck of cards for any weapon that could be used like a pizza cutter.  Wolfcub brought up the rear with Thomas brandishing her knives.

	In a panic, unsure what to do to defend himself, he shrieked.  "Obamama!  Please help me!"  A monstrous noise answered in response to Snow and dozens of long strands of noodles wrapped around Vic and Icy, entangling them.

	"What in the world is that?" cried Wolfcub.

	"She sent that thing in here too?" cried Jokull staring up at the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

	"You know what that thing is?" asked Thomas.  "One of Obamon's strange recipes.  Looks like she really did have more in store for us that just Snow and Dillon."

	"Thank you Obamama!" Snow shouted into the sky.  "I knew you would always be there to protect me.  And now I am going to repay you by making sure these guys never do anything to get in your way ever again!"