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Bowser did not wake particularly gracefully, pushing himself up from the ground and and absentmindedly stretching his arms above his head while giving of a loud yawn/groans as if he had just woken from a pleasant nap. It was in the middle of this stretch that the King suddenly froze, his eyes shooting from drowsy halfliddendess to wide open in an instant, as he remembered what he had been doing before he lost consciousness. He quickly lowered his arms back down into a fighting stance and glanced too and fro to take in his surroundings. However instead of the anticipated army of master hands and the their strange winged controller he and the others had been facing down only moments ago he instead found a large number of unfamiliar individuals, most of them unconscious, all spread out over a random grassy hill. Well, mostly unfamiliar. 

The koopa king had the unique advantage of knowing not one but two of the people around him. One was the still sleeping puppet who he vaguely remembered knowing from one of the times his castle had been stolen. The time with the massive sword. The other was the pink blobby fellow, with whom he just stood alongside to to do battle and who now lay on the ground with a gaping sword wound in him and was surrounded by most of the awake individuals baring one who stood away from the groop, bloody sword in hand. It only took a few moments for Bowser to come to the wrong impression.

The king roared and dramatically pointed to the swordsman as he bellowed “who are you people!” the hand drifted quickly over to point at the wounded Kirby and his onlookers  “and what have you done too… uhhhhh” there was an awkward pause during which the gears in the king's mind slowly ground on and he absentmindedly snapped his fingers while he tried to remember the pink one’s name. “Kir..boy?” he finished hesitantly before barreling with instantly renewed gusto into more questions “Also where am I, what happened to everyone else and where is the glowy wing ball thingy that blasted me with light? I demand answers!”

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