Because you have defeated me on Brawl (by, of course, cheating, bribery, cheapery, gruntingly lame tactics, and edge hogging) I now proclaim myself, ungay for you.

You may have beaten me with Jigglypuff, making my head 'splode with your mad combo hits, and kicking me in the air until I fell to my death, and complained about my item set up I use with my friends (which you no longer have to worry about, as now I am ungay for you, (( P.p.s: we may be unfriends as results of your vast superiority over me in that match))) and... seriously... Jiggypuff? Who the fark does that? Anyways. Yes. You aren't/never-were on the list of cool people I would be gay for, in a situation that I had become super gay by means of magic/technology/bump on the head/bet. Because of your dominance over the muscle fox, I am lesser of a person, and I believe that cutting myself may only be the only way to find a way to possibly find the way back to being on my own way.

And despite your possible comment (with no proof I have that it existed) that my behind is sore from your actions, I merely will my acknowledgement that yes, my behind /is/ sore, but that is only because I have been going to the gym over the last month (getting rather nice results) and that the pain I feel there is merely due to the squats with weights I'm rather proud of myself being able to use.

May you accidently jump over a ledge and accidently start singing instead of jumping to safety...
The Muscle Fox Wildfire

(PPPs. THanks for teaching me how to write)