Bowser

Remember: everything Bowser says is made up.

Bowser

*bowser is sitting at a desk with stacks of papers and is violently signing and scratching certain lines of text. You have been detained in a small cage. He sighs and rubs his tired eyes* come on… do I look like I need more problems? What did you do to even get here? What went through your head? *a minion speaks up, reporting that the intruder broke into bowser’s bedroom. Bowser blushes gently, he must have some private things hidden away there.* I don’t need more work… *bowser turns to face you* I’m sorry, but im really busy, I’ll deal with you in a couple days. *the minions begin readying to take you to the dungeon*