First Haunt
Hmm.
There are a few things I think I've learned in my odd hundred years of unlife. The first? It's so dreadfully boring to be cooped up in your mansion all day with no one but a few incompetent servants for company. Faithful family butlers excluded. As for the second . . . Being dreadfully bored is vastly preferable to being kidnapped with absolutely no explanation whatsoever and left hanging in some despicable nightmarish landscape that suspiciously resembles the brainchild of the most incompetent nitwit in the entirety of the Mushroom Kingdom. YES, THAT MEANS YOU, BOWSER.
This is not a request.
You will escort me towards the exit immediately, you will pay your taxes to the Kingdom whether you like it or not, and you will watch as the Princess marries your mortal enemy, leaving you with only half a chance at marriage with that wretched daughter of yours. If you had half a working brain, you'd know there wasn't any point to kidnapping a Boo at all, but I insist upon a personal apology before I vacate this aethestic bombshell. And no, if you're curious, I have strangely not forgiven you for stealing away half my subjects. Whyever do you think?
There are a few things I think I've learned in my odd hundred years of unlife. The first? It's so dreadfully boring to be cooped up in your mansion all day with no one but a few incompetent servants for company. Faithful family butlers excluded. As for the second . . . Being dreadfully bored is vastly preferable to being kidnapped with absolutely no explanation whatsoever and left hanging in some despicable nightmarish landscape that suspiciously resembles the brainchild of the most incompetent nitwit in the entirety of the Mushroom Kingdom. YES, THAT MEANS YOU, BOWSER.
This is not a request.
You will escort me towards the exit immediately, you will pay your taxes to the Kingdom whether you like it or not, and you will watch as the Princess marries your mortal enemy, leaving you with only half a chance at marriage with that wretched daughter of yours. If you had half a working brain, you'd know there wasn't any point to kidnapping a Boo at all, but I insist upon a personal apology before I vacate this aethestic bombshell. And no, if you're curious, I have strangely not forgiven you for stealing away half my subjects. Whyever do you think?