Captain Toad had tears in his eyes yet he didn't understand why he was crying for him to allow it to go along with his bubbly farting.
"I don't -sniff- get it. How is it that I feel so drained to do anything?" The sobbing leader of the mushroom brigade asked himself while pulling up his backpack that sagged back down while he felt his pooped pants get moist from the bubbling poots he released. "Is it perhaps because I'm too tired to be assed in trying an attempt at collecting more things? Or is it just because I don't feel the need to do much anything else?"