…hmph.

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this place is dead seriously guys we need to do stuff again
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this place is dead seriously guys we need to do stuff again
"Great. Just great. Now I look like the great almighty king of GUYS WHO TALK TO POSTERS!!"
— Bowser, Paper Mario: TTYD, upon realizing that he mistook a life-sized poster of Princess Peach for the lady herself…
… Okay, now-a this is just strange.
(Blink.)
Alright, so what’s the story? Did Gadd make a cloning machine or something?
If you’re trying to screw with my head, it’s not going to work.
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and then Bowser was jealous. Of himself.
Bowser you really get around.
who wouldn’t want summa dis?

(Source: blaze-is-flawless)
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ooc what the fuck am I doing
Why do I have to be all busy now of all times?

I wanted to watch this…
Huh, that’s news to me.
…Would you consider selling her out? Nobody has to know.
Sorry, ya big Bowser, but I’m on my bro’s side, no matter what! Even if I’m not too fond of the princess myself…
Ah well. It was worth a shot.
Though I didn’t really expect anything else.
Via I'LL TAKE A MILK!Don’t you presume to know what drives me. You have no idea.
…You don’t say.
Uh huh, okie-dokie, whatever you say.
… Well, because of her, Mar’ isn’t home much anymore. And the princess isn’t exactly nice to me.
Huh, that’s news to me.
…Would you consider selling her out? Nobody has to know.
Via I'LL TAKE A MILK!Got you there, didn’t I? I see how it works. You kidnap her to try to marry you— she has absolutely no interest in you— and then Mario goes and steals her from you, and it’s obvious that the two of them are lovebirds and just won’t admit it.
… Though, I will admit, I’m not too pleased about the two of them liking each other in that way, either.
Don’t you presume to know what drives me. You have no idea.

…You don’t say.
Via I'LL TAKE A MILK!