Hoho is about to have the worst luck of anybody that has ever existed. And that includes the Cubs from 1909 onward.

Hoho: *yawns* Damn it, my back hurts. Must be the bed. *checks tag* Made in... 1975?? How the hell does a постель, кровати last 47 years? I'm definitely getting a new one.
Rintoo: *glances at Hoho* Whoa, have a crazy-ass nightmare last night? Ты look like Regis Philbin without his makeup.
Hoho: Even a nightmare sounds good right now. I couldn't get ANY sleep last night. I blamed it on my 47-year-old bed.
Rintoo: Ah well, at least you're-- SAY WHAT?
Hoho: Yeah, my piece-of-crap постель, кровати has got to go....

I have no beginning for this; let's just go straight to the story.

Hoho: *wins his 35th game in a row on Mario Party 8* With skills like these... someone like me could go far. I'm talking world champion, maybe even multiuniversal!

Rintoo: Yeah... but there's a problem with your logic: There's ALWAYS someone better than you. AL-WAYS.
Hoho: There's a little thing called being #1 for a reason. Ты can bet your жопа, попка I want that coveted title.
Rintoo: I understand that, but someone's gonna end up breaking your, might I say, rather impressive streak. *Suddenly* What the hell was that?! *An entity appears...