Giygas- Prayers

	“Ohh...ahh... Oh, God,” the Paula R. whispered. “Please...please lend us...lend us your strength...!”
	Paula's prayer...her soul, imploring with all of its PSI powers...resonated through each of their four bodies, which had become one. Without even realizing it, Ness, Jeff, and Poo had begun praying, too. They drew in as close as they could to Paula's heart...to her soul. Their bodies were so strongly, so tightly joined together now that even if that terrible pressure were to disappear, they could never be separated from one another again.
	“...God...please!”

	–Across time, beyond the sky, and at the other end of the thread of fate...

	The Mr. Saturns in Saturn Valley experienced a sudden rush of emotions they had never felt before. Instinctively, they all began to gather together. They huddled in the middle of their village, touching their noses together and joining hands. And then, they all began to pray.

 The beach in Summers... On the white sands...
	Wearing black swimming trunks, a monochrome black Hawaiian shirt and, of course, black sunglasses, Lucky of the Runaway Five was dozing off in a beach chair. Suddenly, with a twitch, he jumped to his feet.
	“Hey, Nice?” he said. “...Did you just call me?”
	“I didn't call you!” Nice replied, cocking his head in confusion. “But I thought...did you call me, just now?”
	Surprisingly, all of the Runaways, who had been napping beside one another (and who usually did not rouse easily, even if the hotel in which they were staying was on fire) woke straight up.
	“Hey...hey, big bros,” said Gucci, the youngest of the group, with a hint of fear in his voice. “I just had a dream about Ness... In my dream, he was in some sort of terrible danger. And so, he was calling out to me.”
	“...Me too.”
	“...And me.”
	“...Same here.”
	“You know...come to think of it,” said Lucky, with a snap of his fingers, “I just realized I had a dream like that, too...but in mine, it wasn't the Red Cap Boy who called out to us, it was the Pretty Little Girl!”
	“...Oh, how terrible...”
	“What do we do, big bro?”
	“Hey, everyone, get out your instruments,” Lucky commanded, as he took off his sunglasses. “They called out to us, and we're gonna answer them–with a passionate live performance from the Runaway Fiiiive! We'll put everything we've got into this beach-side freestyle session! Heeeere we goooooo!”
	As their high-spirited performance began, drowsing beach-goers perked up almost instantly, those who had been walking along the seaside road stopped in their tracks, and ocean bathers hurried back onto the shore.
	Yeeeaahh, yeahh, woooo! Explosive, swelling cheers could be heard as far away as the Stoic Club. The club's manager, Mr. Noir, paused as he cleaned a glass. Marimari the actress raised her sleepy eyes. And that literary master, Truman Ahody, who was banging away at a typewriter with all his might, gave a small, curious hum and rose suddenly to his feet.

In Twoson, all in the exact same instant, everyone from the Happy Happyists to the darling preschool children suddenly thought of Paula, and their hearts raced with thoughts like, “I wonder how she's doing,” and, “I hope she's okay.” Just then, at the Maurice School, right in the middle of a proficiency test, all the young men of this prestigious institution suddenly cried, “Jeff!” “Ohh, Jeff!”, then dashed over to the window and gazed into the horizon, much to the bewilderment of their supervisor.
	Mr. Montague, who was operating a power shovel at the excavation site in the desert, Captain Mone, who was leisurely turning the wheel of his beautiful sailing ship in mid-cruise, and Polly the parrot all experienced a similar mysterious feeling. Suddenly filled with strangely spiritual emotions, they all began to pray for the safety of Ness and his friends.
	Tessie in Lake Tess, the monkeys in the jungle, the Tenda tribe, the people of Dalaam, those large and taciturn men at Stonehenge... Every one of them suddenly thought of Ness and his friends, and they prayed with all of their hearts for their safety, their health, and their happiness.
	And then...

Hang in there, Ness! You can't give up!
	And Paula, and Jeff, and Poo, too!
	Everyone's prayers made it through. Prayers from all over the world. ...Oh, and of course, that includes your prayers.
	Yup! It's true!
	Your prayers got through to them, too...!

And then...

That small heap of broken junk...that clump of scrap metal...those robots, whose four bodies had become one...
	...Tick......
	FWOOOSH~!
	...They began to burn. They went up in pure, white, serene flames. With light, with heat, and with an overwhelming energy, those flames began to spread! Oh, it was those little beads of light, from each of those enchanting fountains of life!
	And now, what on earth were they doing...? Just as the four of them were about to be crushed to death, this rushing stream of lights, which had appeared to be able to pass through just about anything and everything, seemed to be pushing out against that flesh, against that skin, and opening up a space for them. The twisted and contorted pink walls gently began to unwind, bulging outward as they reversed their direction. That light seemed to be softly, gently piling up against the walls, the floor, and the ceiling...never moving rapidly, but steadily forcing it all aside, with an overwhelming power!
	“...Ugaaaaahhh!” Pokey wailed. “Wh-what the... Stop...! What are you doing...? St...STOP IT, please stooooppp!” He clutched his stomach and writhed in agony. “It...it hurts...it hurts, it hurts! ...I'm...I'm gonna burst! Uwaaaauugghh!”
	And then...

	…...Pop!

Everything suddenly turned inside out. ...You've probably taken your socks off so roughly that their insides became their outsides, right? Well it felt like that. Imagine if that were to happen, but to everything around you.

	“We're...out,” said the very dazed Ness R.
	“Huh? Oh, so we are!” said the Paula R. “And on top of that...how wonderful! We're back to how we were before!”
	They were beyond the rift in time, amid the mysterious multiple axes of space and time.
	Hunched over in front of them, holding his stomach and moaning in agony, was that huge, pink mound of flesh. Far too fat...but clearly human in appearance, it was Pokey. No matter how hard they looked, they could no longer see those towering fleshy walls.

- MOTHER 2: Giygas Strikes Back, chapter 9