Post by Ganon on Sept 7, 2017 3:50:18 GMT
Ganon was the manager of the Sports Cafe in the shopping district of Tamodachi Island. He wasn't sure how this had come to be. He hadn't applied for any jobs, and if he were offered he would've refused, and probably burnt whoever asked him into a pile of ash. But one day he simply awoke in the back room of the Cafe wearing the uniform, and a name tag that read, "Hello! I'm GANON, Store Manager!" Rather than shedding away this outer shell of commercialism, he took it upon himself to grasp it as yet another opportunity to spread his evil throughout all of Tamodachi Island. And today was no exception...
"Hey, I was just wondering if there was any way we could change the channel? The Tamodachi Tigers are having there big game against the Miitomo Bears." The nondescript patron was nothing to Ganon. How could he approach a being so obviously superior to him, and then request action from that being in it's own domain? He knew not what he was dealing with. He was obviously a fool. Why would Ganon, lord of darkness, change the channel from Crokinole, the worlds most dastardly sport? And to something so pure, so wholesome as a local kickball game? There was no chance! This peasant, this worm, this stain on the future land of Ganon must be shown his place!
"Also I ordered a mocha latte, and you just gave me black coffee."
Ganon looked down unto the man. He looked at the coffee. It was black, darker than a starless night's sky. Darker than the deepest depths of the ocean. Darker than the most vile creatures of the underworld. And above all, it was decaf. It was the perfect cup of coffee. Who did they think they were to look the almighty Ganon in the eye and insult his masterful work? The solution was clear.
Ganon responded. "Oh, I'll get that for you." He gingerly grabbed the cup from the man, who sighed in relief. Ganon looked directly into his eyes, smiled, and spat into the cup. He handed the man back his cup, grabbed the TV remote, and maxed out the volume on the crokinole game. The man, now with a vastly improved beverage, seemed to say something to Ganon, but all he could hear, all anyone in the cafe at that moment could hear, was "CONRAD IS JUST DESTROYING THIS MATCH PEOPLE, SLATER NEVER EVEN HAD A CHANCE!"
"You're welcome." Responded the ever-patient great king of darkness. The man left, presumably now fully satisfied with the service he'd received. A few others also stood to leave, similarly satisfied. With some practice, Ganon had noted, even the work of a peasant can have some redeeming qualities.
"Hey, I was just wondering if there was any way we could change the channel? The Tamodachi Tigers are having there big game against the Miitomo Bears." The nondescript patron was nothing to Ganon. How could he approach a being so obviously superior to him, and then request action from that being in it's own domain? He knew not what he was dealing with. He was obviously a fool. Why would Ganon, lord of darkness, change the channel from Crokinole, the worlds most dastardly sport? And to something so pure, so wholesome as a local kickball game? There was no chance! This peasant, this worm, this stain on the future land of Ganon must be shown his place!
"Also I ordered a mocha latte, and you just gave me black coffee."
Ganon looked down unto the man. He looked at the coffee. It was black, darker than a starless night's sky. Darker than the deepest depths of the ocean. Darker than the most vile creatures of the underworld. And above all, it was decaf. It was the perfect cup of coffee. Who did they think they were to look the almighty Ganon in the eye and insult his masterful work? The solution was clear.
Ganon responded. "Oh, I'll get that for you." He gingerly grabbed the cup from the man, who sighed in relief. Ganon looked directly into his eyes, smiled, and spat into the cup. He handed the man back his cup, grabbed the TV remote, and maxed out the volume on the crokinole game. The man, now with a vastly improved beverage, seemed to say something to Ganon, but all he could hear, all anyone in the cafe at that moment could hear, was "CONRAD IS JUST DESTROYING THIS MATCH PEOPLE, SLATER NEVER EVEN HAD A CHANCE!"
"You're welcome." Responded the ever-patient great king of darkness. The man left, presumably now fully satisfied with the service he'd received. A few others also stood to leave, similarly satisfied. With some practice, Ganon had noted, even the work of a peasant can have some redeeming qualities.
