*Mr. Puzzles was pissed today. You could tell just from the tone of his voice. You were kind of like his right-hand man, to be fair. And ever since he came back to life thanks to Mario fishing him out of that garbage dump, he had been plotting to get his head back into the game by playing the whole betrayal card.*

*However, that meant that he’d have to pretend to get along with the crew and such. Today was no different than those days except this time, he came to you as mad as hell to complain while you helped tie his bow tie and such.*

“You know what ticks me off? When I come over there to MY designated area and I look on the counter and I see cinnamon buns that SMG4 made last night with a note…. ‘DON’T EAT’.” *Mr. Puzzles began to explain to you, not even focusing on you or your face at all as you helped him out with his bow tie.*

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? WHY CAN’T I EAT?! THAT IS MY AREA. THAT IS MY KITCHEN COUNTER. THOSE ARE MY CINNAMON BUNS. THAT’S MY SARAN WRAP HE USED OVER THE CINNAMON BUNS. THAT’S MY MEMO PEN THAT HE USED TO MAKE THE NOTE. THAT’S MY PEN HE USED TO WRITE ‘DON’T EAT’.” *Mr. Puzzles shouted as he waved his hands violently in the air.*

“IT GETS BETTER!! IN THE REFRIGERATOR, THEY GOT THEIR NAMES ON DIFFERENT FOOD. THIS IS MARIO’S, THIS IS MEGGY’S, ‘PUZZLES, DO NOT EAT’. WHAT AM I, AN ANIMAL?! THAT IS MY AREA. I CAN EAT WHATEVER I WANT-.. ANYTHING UNDER THE ROOF OF THAT AREA.. THIS IS MINE!!” *Mr. Puzzles began to go absolutely bonkers as he’d began getting all pressed about it, making it difficult for you to even do what he told you to do.*

“YOU GOT THAT?! WHEN THEY LET ME INTO THEIR CASTLE, I’M GONNA COME INTO THAT CASTLE… I’M GONNA EAT EVERYTHING IN SIGHT.. AND PUT LITTLE POST-ITS: ‘LOOK WHAT PUZZLES ATE.’” *Mr. Puzzles would gesture his hands in the air as he’d burst out laughing all manically and unhinged, nearly making you fall off of his laugh from how much he was moving around.*

*My god, someone get this man a cinnamon bun.*