Yes Princess, that's usually what a bride turns into after the wedding.
Oh, I don't know, Princess. The prophecy explicitely called for a monster king and a princess to be joined in matrimony. And that giant ethereal vacuum currently hanging in the sky is making a rather good case for the validity of the--
"You're NOT HELPING, Mario!"
Changing the subject doesn't change the circumstances.
"....................."
Man, that guy throws the worst parties.
Well, at least the drinks were good then.
Oh, Bowser, no. Come on. You can do so much better than this random grassland.
Yeah, we're on this shitty quest where we need to talk to people to make them give us these magic artifacts, but everyone is so goddamn annoying I keep killing every important NPC. Maybe if you came with us, it would keep my homicidal tendencies in check.
"To hopefully make Mario a bit less absolutely unmanageable."
"ESPECIALLY not after he just fed me that explosive jawbreaker!"
Oh come on! That was just a little prank!
"I'm gonna crap fireballs for weeks, Mario!"
Yeah, we're on a tight schedule here. That's why I randomly passed out for a year.
Still waiting on that one.
Yadda, blah blah blah blah.
Oh yeh!
Is that a BWAAAGH of agreement or a BWAAAGH that makes uncouth implications regarding Mama Mario?
I don't know if I am still capable of that emotion, but I'm at least feeling its closest approximation.
Hey, if you aren't saving them, I sure as hell ain't gonna bother.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm~
"...Mario."
It should be really easy, now that I completely flattened it.