But then the son of God, Captain Falcon, came from the heavens.

He had majestic wings covered with hitmarkers, his feet covered by Mountain Dew cans. He made some sort of weird-ass face that no one could decipher as he flew down.

"FALC- FA FAFAFA FALCON FALCON! (Aizan! Your time has come to its end)," Captain Falcon said as his body lighted up, causing the dank air around him to trigger even more weed floating in the atmosphere. All the homies in Colorado praised the lord as Falcon expanded dong.