Mario Farted In Many Different Languages, by Dickfart
"Oh no," said Mario, his denim-clad ass soaked in diarrhea dickfarts. "I trusted the wrong fart."
"Oh no," said English to French back to English Mario, her denim-clad ass soaked in diarrhea dickfarts. "I trusted the wrong mess."
"You think that's bad?" said English to Spanish to English Mario, his jeans-covered back soaked with diarrhea. He trusted the wrong fart.
"I have you all beat," said Polish Mario, his copper-grizzled ass, immersed in diarrhea diarrhea. "I trusted the wrong piercing."
"BAKA," said Japanese Mario, his denim tight ass was diarrhea dika dika. "I believed in the wrong fart."
"Not so fast," said Russian Mario, his jean-clad ass, moistened with dickfarts diarrhea. "I did not trust that fart."
"Io sono Mario!" said Italian Mario, his ass coated denim soaked dickfarts diarrhea. ""Mi sono fidato della scoreggia sbagliato."
"What the fuck are you cocksuckers doing on my lawn?" said Swiss Mario, aiming a semi-automatic at all of them. "You have five seconds to scram before I blow all of your fucking heads off. No one farts on Swiss land but the Swiss. Schieben Sie es tief in Ihre Arschlöcher und weinen nicht, denn das Ende ist von uns allen."
"HE'S SPEAKING IN TONGUES!" said the original Mario, tearing off his shit-stained clothes and fleeing naked through the Alps. All other Marios did the same, and then they all died eventually, mostly from touching German Goombas, because that's just what Marios do.
The End