The mess hall was large, as it needed too be to accommodate every fighter. At the moment, it wasn’t meal time, so it served as an informal meeting place with only a few fighters; Luigi and Daisy flirting with each other, Olimar watching his Pikmin run around, and Wolf and Bowser swapping stories about their past evil deeds. Surveying his options, Falco hovered his finger over the target button and pointed it at…
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