Chapter 7
"Thanks for helping me with this," Popo said, smiling happily as he watched the Koopa King close one eye and cock his head to better focus on the delicate procedure he was performing.
"Roar," Bowser roared.
"I just can't believe Mr. O'Donnell stuck his grimy paws into my mittens. How could he do that?" He sighed, shrugging, more to himself. At least it was an excuse to hang out with Bowser. He liked Bowser actually, for a fire breathing turtle, he could certainly be friendly, even fatherly, when he wanted to. Probably because of all his kids. How did Bowser have kids anyway? Popo thought about what a woman Bowser would look like. It made him shiver a little.
"Its sort of weird to see you sewing and knitting and stuff," Popo started.
"Roar?"
"Well, you know, its like how Mr. O'Donnell can waltz and stuff. You're not just a simple, mindless brute, you've got all these cool things you know how to do that no one knows about."
"Yep, I don't understand why I can never have any characterization. Everything goes to that bastard Mario," Bowser growled. "Hows this?" he asked, handing the dumbstruck Eskimo his mended mittens.
"Wait, you can talk?"
"Yeah, we all can. Yoshi, Kirby, the Kongs, all the Pokemon. Its just more fun to growl and grunt and stuff."
"Really?"
"Roar?"
Popo blinked twice, then shook his head, losing interest. He slipped the mittens on one at a time, then wiggled his fingers happily. "These fit really good, thank you so much. And you finished Mr. Snake's coat? He's always so grumpy, but dressing up as Seto Kaiba for Halloween should cheer him up."
"Roar," Bowser said.
"Roar," Popo agreed.
I would so love to hang out with Bowser. Screw Mario. To hell with the Mushroom Kingdom. The Koopa Palace is where its at. This chapter is dedicated to the most bad ass fire breathing turtle to ever grace the world.