You're definitely speakin' my language. These soft-skinned joke of a sentient race is about killin' me with all their talk a bein' nice and friendly-like. It's really aggrawatin' bein' surrounded by such absolute fuckin' cowards.

[He hears ya bro, he def has the hots for a princess whose ideals are far removed from his own.]

Bowser, eh? Interestin' name. And I'm a bit foreign, so I can't say I really know what a Koopa is. But I can tell already you're far more respectable than most, I'm confident in thinkin' I'm in good company.

[It's quite alright, birds of a feather and all that.]