DDM crashed into the living room. Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he collided with a nearby, low set coffee table that sent him commando rolling to the ground, his disorientated tears making zig zaggy patterns as they began to soak into the soft yet abrasive carpet material. He heard a squeaky waddle in front of him, as he could only look up in complete mercy at his towering host.
"You've been sleeping with that other Goomba, haven't you?" the Goomba spelled out nice and slowly, with what seemed a savouring of every sour syllable as it articulated from the sullen looking mouth hole thing. DDM had managed to make his way to his feet in the time the query had taken to be expressed, though his composure had not nearly recovered. "It's not what you think, Goomby-Goocher!" At this exclamation the Goomba's expression only soured further, which it expressed more vigorously with a slap, somehow. It used the coffee table or something. "Don't you call me Goomby-Goocher you swine! Call me Third Goomba on Level 1-3, my name you've probably forgotten by now after that fling with that son of a shyguy!" Another pause, time for DDM to recover and simultaneously let the pain of the situation sink in further. "I would never sleep with First Goomba On That one Autoscrolling Level With The Mushroom-"
Another slap somehow materialized, sharper and more denial filled than the last.
"Don't you ever say its name in this household again! And why the hell should I believe you...I...I.." At this point, Goomby could no longer keep its composure and too burst into tears. "I'm sorry DDM, it's just been such a hard time at Bowser's castle, he got a new security branch in that drops these awful spiny things all over the place. They're so rude, and they always ride in their clouds naked making terrible gestures at us all..." DDM puts Goomby's puffy head onto his now tear stained shirt. It's a sort of embrace, at least if some random dude and a Goomba could do that at all. "I know it's been rough going since the Hammer Bro's birthday do." said DDM. "I never meant for any of this suspicion, this doubt to build up like it did. I'm sorry, Goomby." Goomby seems to accept this, sinking its head in suggestive denial, yet at the same time wearing now a trusting smile. "It's just ever since they brought out the double toffee treacle tarts, and you brought one home instead of me by accident. Why don't you just get a toffee treacle tart for a fiancee if you love them so much" Goomby said.
"I don't want a double toffee treacle tart." replied DDM. "I want you."