"ICAN DO BETTER! I CAN DO BETTER! I CAN!" shouted Mario, literally wrestling with a customer for their food, which was made incorrectly." I CAN DO BETTER! I CAN DO BETTER!"
"Luigi, is Mario-" began Rosalina, glancing at Luigi who was busy massaging his temples.
"When is that never a question?" asked Luigi, rolling his eyes before putting on his gloves." No, he hasn't ever since he's been losing in Smash Bros, Peach called him a moron for buying her another dress-doesn't make any sense at all-and he took a survey to evaluate his progress in satisfaction."
"I CAN DO IT!" shouted Mario, still wrestling with the customer, managing to scare off any newcomers walking in.
"He scored a negative one hundred," sighed Luigi, shaking his head." Usually, he doesn't care about surveys-heck, nobody in the Mario universe does anyway, but I think that got to him. Just like how Bowser got Peach."
"Was that supposed to be a joke?" asked Rosalina.
"Yes, glad somebody didn't laugh at-"
"I CAN DO IT!"
Suddenly, Mario's overalls burst into flames, causing the Plumber to stop what he was doing, and run out of the shop; arms failing around like a character out of a cartoon which in turn caused mayhem to occur within the city. Everybody stared in awe as Mario screamed at the top of his lungs, crashing into whatever was in his path, forgetting the one crucial thing to do if you were to catch on fire.\
"Luigi, I don't think it's healthy to just-" began Rosalina, watching as Luigi slammed his head repeatedly against the counter at the act Mario was doing.
"Don't worry, the Doctors say it allows me to channel my stress in small bursts, and allows me to sleep faster," replied Luigi in between slams.
"MY PANTS ARE ON FIRE, BUT I CAN STILL-" began Mario, running into a china shop, causing it to explode on the spot.
"He must really be feeling it…." said Bowser, scratching his head after witnessing what just happened.