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Sighing sadly as he looked back at his older brother, a tall, mustached man clothed in green folded his arms over his chest, before speaking aloud in a tired sort of voice. "So you… stole a horse from the neighbor's ranch, painted it green, and 'a rode through the entire village, mistaking it to be a dinosaur?"
Sighing in a rather sad fashion, Mario E. Mario hung his head in a rather ashamed manner. "…yes, Luigi, that's a' correct."
Unfolding his arms, before moving his thumb and forefinger to pinch at the bridge of his nose, the long-legged younger brother again sighed.
"Is it also right that you a' then broke into the Governor's house, scared away all his pets by a' throwing balls of red construction paper at them, before grabbing a' one of the scaredy cats--if you'll a' pardon the pun--and dashing into the Governor's bedroom, before tossing the cat onto his head? And you a' then grabbed the Governor's wife, clad in nothing but her pink night gown, before a' running away with her?"
"That's a' almost correct, baby brother."
"Oy vey, Mario… what will I a' do with you? This happens every Autumn. Remember last year, when you thought you had become a raccoon?!"
"It's all those mushrooms that start to grow this time of year!" Mario exclaimed, standing up from his seat as he balled his gloved-hands into fists at his sides. "I a' swear it, Luigi! Just go eat one for yourself and a' see what I mean!"
Rolling his eyes, the cap-wearing Italian said in a resigned sort of voice, "All a' right, if I must, big brother. But so I don't feel a' left out, why you don't try another one yourself along a' with me?"
"Come to think of it," Mario said, moving a hand to scratch at his chin now as he shifted his eyes in a thoughtful way. "Let's a' just make a big vat of mushroom soup! That way we'll have more than enough!"