Marx reluctantly shuffled through the streets of Popstar looking for a place to grab something to eat, with Magolor's money of course.
(somehow) managing to get inside of a Dairy Queen, he ordered his food and sat to the seat farthest away from any of the windows to prevent someone like Susie or Dedede seeing him.
Just starting to enjoy his meal, he heard cheering and clapping from the front door. Marx grumbled, Kirby. The whole reason he was prompted to sit at a desk and vent to somebody who can't even relate to anything that your saying and gives you horrible advice. The reason he was sitting at a Dairy Queen instead of at home in the nice hellhole that he calls a room.
Kirby immediately noticed Marx and scurried over to him.
The room fell silent.
" マルクス！マイフレンズ ! " Kirby shouted at Marx.
It was quiet.
the slight tapping from the occasional costumer getting ready to bolt out if the restaurant was deafning.
"Hey, Kirby!"
