Mordecai and Rigby sat on the divano playing another video game. They both pressed buttons rapidly, staring at the screen, concentrating. Rigby hits Mordecai with a strong Peacock Kick in the head.
'KNOCKOUT!!' Flashes on the screen.
"Aww, man!" Mordecai says, standing up. "I was soo close that time!" "Yeah," Says Rigby, "so close to LOSING! HA!" He jumps up and does a celebratory dance. "Whatever." Mordecai says. "I let te win anyway." "Yeah right! I SOOO beat you!" Their argument carried on for a few minutes, until Benson walked in with an arm full of papers. "Mail day!" He exclaimed. "Let's see... Mustaches Monthly for Pops, Rigby's Cheese of the week, Mordecai, there's a letter for you!" He says, holding up the three items. "Oh jeez," Says Mordecai, "I never get mail." He grabs the letter.
"Hmm... It's from my sister." He mumbles, Leggere through it. "Hope you're okay, I'm going on vacation, your neice Martha is going to stay with you... WAIT, MARTHA'S COMING TO STAY?!? NOOO!!!"
He cries, throwing the letter, cringing. "Whoa, dude, what's up? Why are te freaking out?" Rigby asked. "You've never met Martha, Rigby. She's horrible. " "How bad can a little girl be?" Rigby said. "How old is she, 6? 7?" Mordecai shook his head. "She's 13, and violent, and totally embarassing." He sighed. "Why does Marlene always make ME take care of Martha, anyway? Mark has kids, he's più qualified." Rigby laughed. "Maybe your sister HATES YOU! LOL!" Mordecai shot daggers into Rigby with his eyes. "I hope she embarasses the crap outta you." He detto with spite.