[h3][color=00a651]Mr L[/color] - The Streets of Home[/h3]
If Mr L was honest with himself he can't exactly ping [i]why[/i] he was so bothered by her hunger.  The noise was irritating but he could always walk away or taunt [color=a36209]Goombella[/color] by eating something in front of her.  That he gets to watch a Goomba try (and fail) to grab items is amusing in itself.  The bozos that joined up around when the Count snagged the Chaos Heart aren't exactly talkers... or interesting for that matter.  That Mr L gets to hold it over her it fun and a debt owed is fantastic!  It's not like he's a nice person and wants to help her out of the goodness of his heart.  (Ha!  [i]Goodness[/i].)

He was about to say something when [color=6ecff6]a blue thing[/color] went barreling past.  [color=00a651]"Whatever it was, it's the wrong color to be an oversized rat."[/color] Mr L mutters in a daze.  Like Goombella he had been spun around a bit but his luck held out and he regained balance rather quick.  [color=00a651]"I dunno about you but I don't got much interest in finding out what it was.  Just... keeping [i]far[/i] out of its way.  Like with a Chomp that got free from its chain."[/color]

Wait.  Since when did the thief get something in his hand?  Is he going klepto?  It's...  He turns almost as green as the scarf.  It's [i]a taco[/i].  There's only one [color=6ecff6]dumbass[/color] in the area that Mr L knows thinks these are the best thing in the world.  Only one [color=6ecff6]brainless idiot[/color] that thinks his cooking is any good.  Only one [color=6ecff6]numbskull[/color] whose pantry actually made him sick.

Mr L throws the taco away with a yelp commonly associated with touching hot oil or a static shock.  [color=00a651]"WHAT ARE YA TRYIN' TO DO, KILL ME WITH YER BAD COOKIN'?"[/color] he screams after the (long gone) Monster.