Bowser 12

[ihateplumbers]

::High above the school, the airship that had been missing for the past two weeks is back now. The wooden one with the walking mushrooms, not the metallic one with the robots. It looks like everyone's favorite teacher is back.::

[Private to Kamek]
KAMEK. WHERE. ARE. YOU.
[/private]

I BROUGHT BACK NOTHING FOR ANYONE. YOU CAN ALL MOOCH OFF OF SOMEONE WHO CARES.

Etiquette class resumes this week as normal. BE THERE OR I FAIL YOU.

Comments

[brattykoopa.livejournal.com]

WHAT ABOUT MY PLANET?

[raced_god]

Ooh. Bad time?

[inb4failbro.livejournal.com]

[Matt questions the wisdom of making an obviously rude person an etiquette teacher, especially since he was explicitly told that all of his children were absolute terrors.]

How did you manage to make a ship fly like that?

[Clearly though, his priorities are in order.]

[gohomeandcrybby.livejournal.com]

[Naval reads this and is highly amused.]

[toyboxarmy.livejournal.com]

W-welcome back, King Bowser, sir. Some things have, er, happened while you were away...

[ihateplumbers.livejournal.com]

GO ASK MARIO WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR PLANET.

[ihateplumbers.livejournal.com]

No, I love punching entire planetoids to try and squash fat, hairy, Italians and having METEORS THROWN AT MY FACE.

[ihateplumbers.livejournal.com]

It has PROPELLERS. Are you BLIND?

Who are you?

[ihateplumbers.livejournal.com]

What sort of things, General. Is it Lemmy?

[brattykoopa.livejournal.com]

[AND THERE WAS SUCH A SCREAM IT SHOOK THE VERY FOUNDATIONS OF THE CITY.]

[inb4failbro.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, I'm Matt Campbell, the school psychologist.

Now, I've heard a few things about your children that disturb me, to say the very least. Do you have a moment?

[ihateplumbers.livejournal.com]

And what sort of things disturb you about my children?

[inb4failbro.livejournal.com]

Well, I've heard that they're unruly, and that the teachers have quite a bit of difficulty getting them to cooperate.

Now, I would never preach anyone on how to raise children, but if you're having a few problems with them, maybe I should talk to them about whatever might be the cause of all of this.

[brattykoopa.livejournal.com]

What are you even talking about?! Daddy's raised us just fine. To be nasty as can be and not take orders from the low-lifes around here. You being one of them, obviously.

[ihateplumbers.livejournal.com]

My children are perfectly fine. Lemmy needs some work, but the rest are as awful as any parent could hope for.

If you'd never preach to anyone on how to raise their children then I think this conversation is over.

[inb4failbro.livejournal.com]

Now, I'm not saying you have to take orders, you just have to- Wait, he raised you to be like this?

[inb4failbro.livejournal.com]

So you're proud of the fact that your children are awful?

[leadthemalong.livejournal.com]

[Olimar is quietly RAGE QUITTING ignoring this post, you, your crotch droppings and their undead nanny. If you could read into his mind, you would see how much he is shaming you all. Shame, shame!]

[ihateplumbers.livejournal.com]

Of course I am, you imbecile.

[ihateplumbers.livejournal.com]

::Well OK then::

[brattykoopa.livejournal.com]

Duh.

[leadthemalong.livejournal.com]

[Feel his seething unhappiness and dissatisfaction in you.]

[inb4failbro.livejournal.com]

...

[Well, now he finally believes that half of the school is insane.]

[pink-shroom.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Peach isn't even going to talk to you for a little while~. Give her a few days.]

[raced_god]

I knew you did. I'll be sure to send you meteors for your birthday.