After Lady Palutena's farting destroys the entire mansion, she is forced into starting a new show with Popo, who's also forced into it for hurting endangered wild animals in the arctic. Things clearly won't go perfect for these two!
Just the thoughts of an angel after being abandoned by his own company, left in this black void with nothing else. Also his thoughts while on his steady path back to life, and last musings over how they're all just featherweights in the eyes of a gamer. (Deep stuff I pulled from my head while in a poetic mood)