E. Honda was at home cooking when he heard a constant knocking at a steady tempo. Assuming it was the front door, he went nearer and realized it was in fact the adjacent window. The way the two were juxtaposed made it nearly impossible to tell the difference, but an anorexic, scantily clad Indian man through the window seemed to indicate the true source of the knocks.
“Come on in, Dhalsim!” shouted Mr. Honda as his friend prepared to teleport into the house. “Yoga!” shouted Dhalsim. “What’s up, my curry-scented starving tomodachi!” Suddenly Dhalsim’s face morphed into a frown. His lips did a Yoga Teleport into the down position. “Yoga…” Dhalsim sadly muttered.
Suddenly E. Honda smelled smoke. “Why shucks, my stereotypical Japanese food is on fire! Come into the kitchen and help!” Dhalsim entered and attempted to help. “Yoga Fire!” “Yoga Flame!” This was a poor idea, as fire does not make fire go away. Instead the entire house burnt down before either of them could get out, whether by means of somersaulting through the roof or teleportation. They both died.