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Suffice to say there was mixed reactions to bowsers bellowed demands. The most noticeable one was a gun pointed at his head and a distinct lack of answers. There was also a lot of confusion, threats and a few attempts to beget calm mostly made from the ends of weapons. Suffice to say the king was not best pleased with the response he got initially. In Fact he was rapidly becoming rather furious. His meltdown was briefly halted by the arrival of the blue clad puppet who remembered bowser far better than bowser remembered them “Yes. Hello Geno. I…” he began, but Bowser was unable to continue with what would have been an unconvincing lie about remembering Geno’s name as the chaos around him continued to unfold causing his fury to build ever further. Humans angry at him, humans angry at each other, it all bled into itself apart from one little detail upon which bowser immediately laser focused.

"You failed, Samurai! The marshmellow lives!" shouted one of the armored humans at another which brought to attention the fact the a humanoid robot had apparently revived kirby. Kirby was the only other person who had been where bowser had been before the light. Kirby was unique among the in that he had been injured while the rest of them were simply dazed. Here was the potential for answers and he could get them if only he could have a moments peace to get them. 

Which!
He!
Was!
Not!
Getting! 

Getting shot at was what finally caused Bowser’s temper to be pushed over the edge. It didn't matter that things were just at that very moment seeming like they might be calming down, nor that the courier announced he had shot at something outcalled a “deathclaw” rather than Bowser because the king was pissed, confused, had had his prid stung by defeat at the hands of Galeem and had literally zero anger management skill. His blood boiled, steam shot from his ears and nostrils as he descended into a rage, stomping the ground angrily over and over, the impacts of which caused a thunderous retort, while roaring.

[h3]“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!  Shut up!  Shut up!  Shut up! All of you shut up! RAAAAAGH!”[/h3]

The dragon ended his tantrum with an eardrum shattering roar accompanied by a skywards bout of flame, after which he angrily snatched up his snow white top hat that had fallen off when he was knocked unconscious, angrily placed it on his head, gave it one of those little side to side adjustments you do to get it sitting right and then he stomped over to the recovering kirby, ignoring literally everyone as went. Upon his arrival bowser unceremoniously plonking himself down on his butt in front of the pink puffball, the thud of the impact causing a shockwave to ripple out through the grass. Slaping his hands against his knees and, holding them for support, the beast leaned in and ask the puff ball, with a much quieter but no less furious voice, too “ex-plain”

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