*Is busy talking to Tiffany and Ridley when Bowser's severed head slams into my scalp, sending me flying.*
oww... I guess Bowser got a little too close to the gullitine...
Tiffany: Indeed. I think the poor guy's getting a little soft and weak...
???: I AM NOT WEAK!
*All 3 of us stare down at Bowser's severed talking head.*
Bowser: I was praticly owning IK when he sliced my head off...
Me, Tiffany, and Ridley: Sure, you had the upper hand...
