Mario was in his house, watching some baseball on his wide screen television. He yawned loudly as he grabbed several potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth, munching on them loudly as a fly buzzed by. The red-capped Italian plumber practically stayed still as he continued watching television, until a concerned Birdo entered into the room.
"Mario, you just can't sit here forever, can you?" Birdo asked, concerned as she shook her head and tried to get Mario up. "You're going to get fat this way-"
"Get off of-a me!" Mario growled as he pushed Birdo off him, gruffly saying, "I don't need your dirty mutts on me."
Birdo gasped, covering her mouth in shock after hearing Mario's proclamation. "M-Mario! You don't mean that, do you...?" She asked, hesitant as she gulped.
Mario gave the feminine pink dinosaur a glazed look, his eyes narrowed. "Listen, toots, I had a bad day. I honestly don't feel like getting up, beause just earlier, I tripped in mud because some idiot left his banana peel loose on the grass. I mean, look at my right leg, for pete's sakes..." He picked up his right leg, to show that he was not joking.
Birdo was now even more concerned, covering her mouth. "Oh... oh my." She rubbed the back of her head. "Well... uhhh... should I make toast for you, then?"
Mario sighed, closing his eyes. "Aye. I have nothing else to eat." As he was about to grab for the remaining potato chips, he fell off the couch, moaning in great pain as he felt his right leg breaking off.
Birdo screamed in horror, and at the sight of it, instantly ran out of the house, slamming the door behind her. Mario groaned as he rolled his eyes, unable to feel his right leg... literally.