"Mario…wake up you fat lard!"
Luigi pushed his lazy brother off of the small bed, one of which Mario felt lucky they did not share; although for some reason, Luigi had the bigger and softer bed. Mario hit the floor with a strong bump, though did not move.
"Cinque nuovi minuti, mommy…" Mario asked, in his native tongue.
"Five more minutes? Get up! Remember, we're visiting Peach and Daisy at the park today!"
Luigi shook Mario until his eyes were somewhat open, both bloodshot and crusty. Mario wiped it all away and stood somewhat crooked, wearing teddy bear boxers.
"Come on, I already made breakfast."
"P..Pasta…"
"Pasta for breakfast? Don't make it obvious you're obsessed with it. You're so Italian."
"I don't want to go today…"
"Well, too bad, you promised them, man-boobs."
Mario stumbled down the steps, while his brother watched in embarrassment, at the smell of pancakes and other typical American breakfast foods. Luigi was a good cook, and he took criticism…well-enough. The man in green also made coffee as well, seeing Mario usually needs it.
"Sigh…thanks, Luigi. I couldn't have rolled out of bed without you."
"Don't want to wake up on the wrong side, do you?" Mario laughed sarcastically at that.
The kitchen was small, just enough for the two, since they didn't need much. Mario sat down, jabbing a fork into his hot, sizzling pancake on the syrup-filled plate, and turned on the nearby TV. It was on the news channel, and it emitted a small jingle to introduce the daily program.
"Hello, this is Mushroom News, and I'm Jerry Toad here. New on the headlines, a brand new disease discovered at a small farm just outside of a local town. We go to Caroline, our reporter, for the story, Carol?"
"Mmm? Whatcha watching?" Luigi asked with his mouth full of eggs.
"Just listen."
It switched over to the location of the reporter.
"Thanks, Jerry, now here we have a regular farmer who had a family member struck with this disease, sir, how did you feel about this, what were your first thoughts?"
"Well, actually, I never really thought of it as anything serious, it just looked like he was havin' a little bit o' fun. And…that's what it still looks like…"
A 6-year-old boy danced around a group of chicken, imitating their movements and behavior.
"I took him to the doctor, and he said 'nothing looks wrong, just the mind of a 6-year-old, maybe he's a bit ugly, but he seems fine.'"
"Well, is there the possibility that he may be mentally retarded?"
"Umm…no…I wouldn't allow someone like that into my farm, he's not at all…no one I'd ever know is."
"…Okay, back to you, Jerry."
It switched over again.
"Thanks, Carol, now many doctors have been getting these reports of random effects on the victim of this 'disease'. They say it may not be a disease, it may be, but it hasn't officially been confirmed. All they could say was to keep your body clean and stay away from those sex offenders, ha ha, and onto sports with-
Mario turned off the TV, a small dot disappearing in the middle.
"Well…umm…that's nice to know, I'll be sure to stay away from sex offenders now…" Mario stuffed another pancake down his throat.
"Come on, hurry up, we have to meet with the girls soon."
"Don't rush me,little brother!"
