six and a half
It was a late afternoon, and Mario was sitting in his lounge chair on his balcony out the back of his palace. He was thinking, thinking of a way. A way to defeat "that wretched Bowser." He closed his eyes and thought. No one knows how hard this job is. Every day, I have to come up with ideas, knowing they will fail. Mario has it easy, with his job only being to make my plans fail. If he had to do what I have to do each day, I bet he wouldn't be as tough as he acts! And if I was in his place . . . Ah, that would be delightful. I would have the Princess, which means the castle – and the entire Mushroom Kingdom as well! Hmm, what an interesting idea. I must make a note of it. Mario picks up a small notepad from next to his lounge chair. He scribbles down a few words and then puts it down. He sighs and closes his eyes to fall into a light nap.
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Hello. As you may know, the point I tried to make while writing this story was to show that Bowser could be the hero, and Mario could be the enemy, but because of some twisted maniacal plan, they switched roles. For all we know this could have happened billions of times.
At times like these, there is only one to blame... Starman...