The Horror Dawns

The plumber stared into the soul of his beloved as the horror of her captivity began to fade away. The scent of singed hair wafted through the air as the hero leaned forward for his hero’s reward. However, with mustachioed lips moving slowly, slowly downward, the figure held so tightly began to tremble.

With a growing fear, the words he has heard six times before rose through the air. Tearfully, the faithful retainer, Toadstool, spoke. “Thank you, Mario, but our princess is in another castle.”

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