[h3][color=00a651]Mr L[/color] - The Streets of Home[/h3]
With how his mustache bristles it can be safely assumed that something as provoked the thief's anger (or more likely irritation).

[color=00a651]"Are you for real?"[/color] Mr L snaps at the [s]heroine[/s] glorified sidekick.  [color=00a651]"'Xactly how long have you been skipping meals?  For someone whose an egghead you sure are dumber than a Twhomp.  You got rocks for brains, ya little Chestnut?  Are whatever diplomas you got just for show?  Ya gotta eat or you're more useless than a... what do ya call them, podoboos?  Firefoxes?  Lava bubbles?  You know, those living balls of fire that keep skippin' around in the lava.  More useless than one of them in the middle of a snowy mountain!"[/color]

He fishes out one of his spare Shroom Shakes.  The container marked with a stylized blue Mushroom might look a little dinged up from use but they're cleaned compulsively both before and after each refill and consumption.  There will come a time when they cannot be reused but until then the human is going to get as much use out of each before rendering them to scrap.  It is thrown (not tossed, [i]thrown[/i]) at the lady Goomba.

[color=00a651]"You owe me for this.  Shrooms ain't exactly hard to come by if you know where to look but there's a lot of time and effort put into these drinks."[/color]  That infuriating cocky smirk is back.  [color=00a651]"I'm a damn sight better cook than any of you losers.  I could just let you starve but then someone who don't know what they're doin' would wreck that pathetic collection of books you got since I got better things to do than clean that place every day."[/color]