Gobs of gooey glue where strewn across the innards of the beseiged Tavern, which now had a new Infinite Pit to Teh Core of The Planet thanks to Tiny (the old one was getting rather dusty.)
"Heeellppp, meee." Shigeru Miyamoto cried meekly from under a chaotic chasm of cool crazy glue. Unfortunatley, none heard him.
"L-o-v-e-,-T-a-v-e-r-n-e-r-s." Cobra spelled out with a massive marker at the bottom of a huge Get Well card that filled the expanse of the tavern.
"Guys! I've finished writing it, how's the glitter comming?!" Cobra then shouted(She had to because, in order to contain the humongous card, they were all at oppisite ends of the Tavern) up to Kovu, who hung perilously by a tether from the top of the tavern, with a keg of glitter being poured down onto the hideous Arts and Crafts project from the untold dark abyss.
"Alright!" After freeing another volley of glitter, he swiveled around to Gen, who was weilding a pair of hedgeclippers, cutting out the giant poorly drawn redition of Unkownie to be glued upon the card. "What about you?!"
"Almost done!" He then turned to Ducky, who manned a oversized rapid fire hot glue gun.
"How's it comming over thar?!"
Duckieo fired a searing and deadly blot of glue into the general direction of air, because it look really cool as it hurled through space and then crashed into something and melted with a gurgly sound.
"Right on, erm, schedule!"
"Good!" Cobra shouted, hearing everyones reply,"We should be ready to take this over to Unknownie by nightfall! Although, it'd be a lot quicker if there were more people, where is everyone?!"
.......
"I dunno."

He Who Doesn't Know His Name Who, In Actuallity, Doesn't Have A Name, But Hasn't Told Anyone That, Because His Mom Always Called Him Clyde And He Swore From Being An Embryo That He Would Never Accept The Name Clyde, So He Really DOES Have A Name But Doesn't Want It So He Decides To Go On Nameless(HWDKHNWIADHANBHTATBHMACHCAHSFBAETHWNATNCS HRDHANBDWISHDTGON) breifly hiccuped back into conciousness.
"Beau...if I ever regain feeling in my legs, I will hurt you...badly."
"Tha's okay, I'm rich enough to buy a new body anyway."

And Somewhere, a right about now, in a Soup Kitchen not so far away, Freelance lept up from the table, spilling his clam chowder over everything, fired a gun into the ceiling in declaration,
"NOW, From this day forth I shall be known as...Ancoysd!!!Duh Duh DAH NA!!"