The Great Mehville Smackdown
It was another aggressively average Tuesday in Mehville. The sun was half-heartedly floating in the sky, and Meh was sitting on his usual couch, eating a half-cold burrito while staring blankly at the wall. Suddenly, the front door was kicked off its hinges. In rolled Gerald, wearing full battle armor, goggles, and a slice of flaming toast stuck directly to his helmet. Behind him, Fart drifted into the room on a cloud of green gas, looking ready for action. "WAKE UP, MEH!" Gerald yelled, his voice echoing with extreme, over-scheduled panic. "The annual Mehville Chaos Clash is happening downtown, and our bracket just dropped!" Meh didn't blink. "Can we reschedule it for never? I'm kind of in the middle of doing... nothing." "No time!" Fart blurted out, letting out a pre-battle squeak. "Your opponent is already in the ring. It's... Hypnosis Kid !" Meh sighed, grabbed a random stick from the floor, and dragged his feet a...