Protection. She lay waiting for her prey, waiting for it to come within her range. She was gaurding the most sacred artifact in the mansion, so valuable, its very existance held the power to collapse the entire mansions population into a mass turmoil of scfulling and insanity. It was a PIE! But it must be kept safe...

GASP! (Insert random suspensefull drum stuff here, yeah? Good.)

A small, pink round thing had caught sight of its prey. The pie. "Food," it yelled happily, and prepared to inhale it. Samus charged Kirby, and knocked him out cold.

A nice, short, oneshot. Samus has become very wary of Kirby and his ever constant effort for food.

Kirby: Aw damn!

Samus: Shut it, puff.

Kirby; I'm not a puff! You're a-

Samus: Yes?

Yeah... puff... course not. Puffball, eh?

Samus:... damn.