I've never been this happy in my life. I have been enjoying this new lifestyle gifted to me by the Gods above.
I was having fun until Whimpu peaks in my room and stammers, "Uh.... Boss sir, don't you think you should um feed the prisoners, but that's just a suggestion."
I felt pissed when I realized if I want the entertainment of these damn losers, I need to feed them. It's like owning a dog, but a dog would be less annoying and actually enjoy my presence. These idiots would be ecstatic if I fell from a building and died. I go to the kitchen to find something to feed the prisoners. I look and look and look until I find a box of crackers and a bag of that plastic like American cheese slices. I rummage in my pocket for the keys for the basement door, and eventually find them. I unlock the door and build up my tolerance of being in the same room with these idiots. I go down the long stairway slowly stalling the time till I encounter the freaks. I finally step down from the last step where I could see every dumbass has their own cage. It started off as a pretty easy task. Tari, JubJub, and Luigi were all still crying not even noticing me. Bob glanced up at me and call me a bitch when I walked away. Meggy was no longer fighting the bars like Saiko still was. She was curled up on the floor singing some song with her annoying squid voice not noticing me either. Saiko was still fighting the bar, and when I would offer her food, she slapped it away into the darkness.
In the shadows I heard an echoing voice exclaim, "Gromit the gods, they blessed us with cheese and crackers."
I went over to SMG4's cage he still didn't move. He sat on the floor with watery eyes and shrinking pupils. I sat his food on the ground getting a funny idea in my head. I slap him in the face. He had no reaction he just kept staring. I let out a chuckle finding it funny that he doesn't fight back for once. I kept slapping him until I heard the red Italian plumber yell at me.
I look to my left grumbling, "What the hell do you want dumbass."
Mario yells back, "WHAT'S WRONG! WHAT'S WRONG! YOU'RE HARMING MY BESTFRIEND!"
I'm holding back my laughter commenting on the obvious, "Slapping him isn't going to hurt him. You're being overdramatic."
Mario continues yapping, "OVERDRAMATIC! WHEN YOUR ANTI-CAST DRAGED US INTO THE BASEMENT SMG4 KEPT MUTTERING HOW IT WAS ALL HIS FAULT WE HAD TO DEAL WITH THIS SITUATION AND HE SHOULD HAVE HELPED YOU!"
I responded trying my best to keep my cool and be the adult in the situation, "He's completely right, but why have you suddenly gained brain cells to yell at me?"
Mario was getting angrier by the second, "I DON'T LIKE THE FACT THAT YOU MENTALLY BROKE MY BESTFRIEND! NOW LEAVE YOU WASTE OF AIR!"
I look at him dumbfounded by his words and throw his food at him. I rush back up the stairs and see Rob eating corn.
I walk to him and ask him, "Will you take care of feeding the prisoners, please?"
He quickly agrees promising to keep them feed on corn of course. I go into my room and lay on my bed and try to decipher what the hell just happened.
