Notes

What the fox did you just foxing say about me, you little Kirby? I’ll have you know I won top of my tier in the FD, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Melee Hell, and I have over 300 confirmed stocks. I am trained in low tier warfare and I’m the top Fox in the entire singles bracket. You are nothing to me but just another opponent. I will wipe you the fox out with RPS the likes of which has never been seen before in the tourney, mark my foxing words. You think you can get away with comboing me in the game? Think again, foxer. As we speak, I am contacting my secret network of fox monks across the 20XX and your port is being traced right now so you better prepare for the shine, Kirby. The shine that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your stock. You’re foxing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can JV5 you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare shine. Not only am I extensively trained in upsmash combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Super Smash Bros. Melee roster and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable stock off the face of the stage, you little Kirby. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” combo was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have thrown your controller. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn low tier. I will shoot lasers all over you and you will die in them. You’re foxing dead, Kirby