"Suit yourself." Kirby summoned a mighty tornado from his mouth, snagging every edible that came to him, bagged or canned. It all made his cheeks swell up before it was absorbed, Kirby remaining as small as ever.
This left Lucario in disbelief. "I don't get it. You're not getting any fatter even after all that food. How can you hope to win?"
Kirby walked over to Lucario's room. "Ya wanna know how I hope to win?" He looks in the door and reaches one pink arm into his mouth, pulling out a small bottle with a Smash logo-shaped cap. Inside was a dark thick liquid of an odd hue. "This! THIS is how I hope to win. And it only works for me, so don't get any ideas!" The confident pink ball walks to his designated room and hops to the knob to open before entering. "I'm gonna nap until there's food again! Don't wake me until then!"
It was pretty late, so they all agreed to resign for the night. Lucario's discomfort made it hard to sleep for a while, letting him wonder about what was in that curious bottle.
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