Donald bashed the side of Samus' helmet to wake her up. 5 seconds later he was staring down the barrel of her arm cannon...

"If you EVER do that to me again, I will blow your head off. Got it?"

Donald gulped. "G... got it."

"Good." said Samus. She turned to Beauman. "So now I have to go find some sort of super weapon?"

"That you didn't have before," Beauman amended. "And your suit, with ALL of its enhancements, would count as a super weapon. So remove them all when you enter the tournament."

"Even my Morph Ball?"

Beauman thought this over for a moment. "The Morph ball is OK, everything else, even your Bombs, Missiles and beam upgrades, have to go."

Samus was no fool. "Alright, fine."

"Then it's settled." Beauman gave her a copy of the rules and the 2-hour-long banned weapons list. "Remember, you have to come back within a month, or you're disqualified."

"All right. See you then." Samus left the Tavern. A few minutes later, the sound of her ship starting up was heard, followed by the sound of it vanishing into deep space...

Meanwhile, Donald was still standing in shock from his rather severe reprimand. Derald touched his brother and Donald collapsed on the floor. Derald couldn't help but wince.

"My poor brother. He'll be in therapy for days..."