Prompt: A misplaced comment.

"Oh... Mamma Mia..."

The plumber's gloved hand ran up and down the handle of his plunger, pumping harder and harder. Just a little longer, and soon he'd unclog his pipes! His breaths were short and ragged, and he was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on the flickering computer screen before him.

With his other hand, he clumsily tried to type out a coherent response, but eventually resorted to just mashing his fingers against the keyboard. Holy SHIT why was that so hot asdfghjkl;, it read. It would do. He clicked "post comment", and came.

It was unfortunate that Mario had been too preoccupied to make sure he had responded to the right fic; indeed, it would forever remain a mystery as to what his inner kink was.