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Itsh a me... [hic!]... itsh a Mario [buuuuuurp]
The last couple of years have been a stressful time for our friend Mario, what with the competitive pressures introduced by Sony and Microsoft. As a result Mario has found himself on the slippery slope towards alcoholism: gradually spending all of his royalties on supermarket vodka.
When the last remaining Yen in Mario's bank account were finally drained away to promote his latest project: Super Mario Sunshine, he knew drastic action would be called for to keep him in booze until the returns of the Cube classic filter back to his personal treasury. Hence his latest project: Super Mario Moonshine.
Mario's Moonshine (strong, homemade, illegal liquor) is an 'invigorating' brew of mushroom juice, Plumbing Lubricant and orange flower petals: all fermented in a Koopa shell. Measuring in at a hefty 78% proof, unpleasant alcohol-induced escapades were inevitable; as was the associated memory-loss.
So... only a few days after a sober Mario had cleaned up 'Isle Delfino' after some evil-dude 'pretending' to be Mario had made a mess of it, a thoroughly-intoxicated Mario returned to enjoy a holiday and consume vast quantities of moonshine on that same island. As he staggered around the levels, collecting the 120 bottles of 'Shine, the increasingly plastered plumber began to show signs of nausea.
Eventually, Mario's liver and stomach took control of the situation. Just like a Geordie in Ibiza, his holiday was about to become a little messy. For the next 10 days, Mario wandered around Delfino, throwing up all over the place... occasionally blasting himself skwards using the projectile power of vomit. As the hangover crept up from the bowels of his pickled insides, Mario slugged back to the aeroplane to return home. He left behind him an island completely covered in sick.
On his return to Marioland, his memory of the holiday was already fading. He got back to his castle, listened to the answerphone and picked up the following message from his bosses at Nintendo:
"Hallo, is thata you? a Mario? We've had interesting news... apparently the evil imposter Mario has revisited Delfino and made a mess of it again, the whole place is swimming in up-chuck... If you get back there and clean it up, we could get a sequel out of this... Call HQ when you get the message..."
Mario smiled slyly to himself: there was never a 'dirt-merchant' pretending to be Mario... it had been him all along, and it looked like it was going to pay off... again. And with that, Super Mario cracked open a fresh can of Super Tenants and lit up another Superking cigarette... slowly toasting the crusty spew that caked his 'tash.
[Buuuurp] It washn't a me, itsh a Mario [hic!]
The last couple of years have been a stressful time for our friend Mario, what with the competitive pressures introduced by Sony and Microsoft. As a result Mario has found himself on the slippery slope towards alcoholism: gradually spending all of his royalties on supermarket vodka.
When the last remaining Yen in Mario's bank account were finally drained away to promote his latest project: Super Mario Sunshine, he knew drastic action would be called for to keep him in booze until the returns of the Cube classic filter back to his personal treasury. Hence his latest project: Super Mario Moonshine.
Mario's Moonshine (strong, homemade, illegal liquor) is an 'invigorating' brew of mushroom juice, Plumbing Lubricant and orange flower petals: all fermented in a Koopa shell. Measuring in at a hefty 78% proof, unpleasant alcohol-induced escapades were inevitable; as was the associated memory-loss.
So... only a few days after a sober Mario had cleaned up 'Isle Delfino' after some evil-dude 'pretending' to be Mario had made a mess of it, a thoroughly-intoxicated Mario returned to enjoy a holiday and consume vast quantities of moonshine on that same island. As he staggered around the levels, collecting the 120 bottles of 'Shine, the increasingly plastered plumber began to show signs of nausea.
Eventually, Mario's liver and stomach took control of the situation. Just like a Geordie in Ibiza, his holiday was about to become a little messy. For the next 10 days, Mario wandered around Delfino, throwing up all over the place... occasionally blasting himself skwards using the projectile power of vomit. As the hangover crept up from the bowels of his pickled insides, Mario slugged back to the aeroplane to return home. He left behind him an island completely covered in sick.
On his return to Marioland, his memory of the holiday was already fading. He got back to his castle, listened to the answerphone and picked up the following message from his bosses at Nintendo:
"Hallo, is thata you? a Mario? We've had interesting news... apparently the evil imposter Mario has revisited Delfino and made a mess of it again, the whole place is swimming in up-chuck... If you get back there and clean it up, we could get a sequel out of this... Call HQ when you get the message..."
Mario smiled slyly to himself: there was never a 'dirt-merchant' pretending to be Mario... it had been him all along, and it looked like it was going to pay off... again. And with that, Super Mario cracked open a fresh can of Super Tenants and lit up another Superking cigarette... slowly toasting the crusty spew that caked his 'tash.
[Buuuurp] It washn't a me, itsh a Mario [hic!]
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Itsh a me... [hic!]... itsh a Mario [buuuuuurp]
The last couple of years have been a stressful time for our friend Mario, what with the competitive pressures introduced by Sony and Microsoft. As a result Mario has found himself on the slippery slope towards alcoholism: gradually spending all of his royalties on supermarket vodka.
When the last remaining Yen in Mario's bank account were finally drained away to promote his latest project: Super Mario Sunshine, he knew drastic action would be called for to keep him in booze until the returns of the Cube classic filter back to his personal treasury. Hence his latest project: Super Mario Moonshine.
Mario's Moonshine (strong, homemade, illegal liquor) is an 'invigorating' brew of mushroom juice, Plumbing Lubricant and orange flower petals: all fermented in a Koopa shell. Measuring in at a hefty 78% proof, unpleasant alcohol-induced escapades were inevitable; as was the associated memory-loss.
So... only a few days after a sober Mario had cleaned up 'Isle Delfino' after some evil-dude 'pretending' to be Mario had made a mess of it, a thoroughly-intoxicated Mario returned to enjoy a holiday and consume vast quantities of moonshine on that same island. As he staggered around the levels, collecting the 120 bottles of 'Shine, the increasingly plastered plumber began to show signs of nausea.
Eventually, Mario's liver and stomach took control of the situation. Just like a Geordie in Ibiza, his holiday was about to become a little messy. For the next 10 days, Mario wandered around Delfino, throwing up all over the place... occasionally blasting himself skwards using the projectile power of vomit. As the hangover crept up from the bowels of his pickled insides, Mario slugged back to the aeroplane to return home. He left behind him an island completely covered in sick.
On his return to Marioland, his memory of the holiday was already fading. He got back to his castle, listened to the answerphone and picked up the following message from his bosses at Nintendo:
"Hallo, is thata you? a Mario? We've had interesting news... apparently the evil imposter Mario has revisited Delfino and made a mess of it again, the whole place is swimming in up-chuck... If you get back there and clean it up, we could get a sequel out of this... Call HQ when you get the message..."
Mario smiled slyly to himself: there was never a 'dirt-merchant' pretending to be Mario... it had been him all along, and it looked like it was going to pay off... again. And with that, Super Mario cracked open a fresh can of Super Tenants and lit up another Superking cigarette... slowly toasting the crusty spew that caked his 'tash.
[Buuuurp] It washn't a me, itsh a Mario [hic!]
The last couple of years have been a stressful time for our friend Mario, what with the competitive pressures introduced by Sony and Microsoft. As a result Mario has found himself on the slippery slope towards alcoholism: gradually spending all of his royalties on supermarket vodka.
When the last remaining Yen in Mario's bank account were finally drained away to promote his latest project: Super Mario Sunshine, he knew drastic action would be called for to keep him in booze until the returns of the Cube classic filter back to his personal treasury. Hence his latest project: Super Mario Moonshine.
Mario's Moonshine (strong, homemade, illegal liquor) is an 'invigorating' brew of mushroom juice, Plumbing Lubricant and orange flower petals: all fermented in a Koopa shell. Measuring in at a hefty 78% proof, unpleasant alcohol-induced escapades were inevitable; as was the associated memory-loss.
So... only a few days after a sober Mario had cleaned up 'Isle Delfino' after some evil-dude 'pretending' to be Mario had made a mess of it, a thoroughly-intoxicated Mario returned to enjoy a holiday and consume vast quantities of moonshine on that same island. As he staggered around the levels, collecting the 120 bottles of 'Shine, the increasingly plastered plumber began to show signs of nausea.
Eventually, Mario's liver and stomach took control of the situation. Just like a Geordie in Ibiza, his holiday was about to become a little messy. For the next 10 days, Mario wandered around Delfino, throwing up all over the place... occasionally blasting himself skwards using the projectile power of vomit. As the hangover crept up from the bowels of his pickled insides, Mario slugged back to the aeroplane to return home. He left behind him an island completely covered in sick.
On his return to Marioland, his memory of the holiday was already fading. He got back to his castle, listened to the answerphone and picked up the following message from his bosses at Nintendo:
"Hallo, is thata you? a Mario? We've had interesting news... apparently the evil imposter Mario has revisited Delfino and made a mess of it again, the whole place is swimming in up-chuck... If you get back there and clean it up, we could get a sequel out of this... Call HQ when you get the message..."
Mario smiled slyly to himself: there was never a 'dirt-merchant' pretending to be Mario... it had been him all along, and it looked like it was going to pay off... again. And with that, Super Mario cracked open a fresh can of Super Tenants and lit up another Superking cigarette... slowly toasting the crusty spew that caked his 'tash.
[Buuuurp] It washn't a me, itsh a Mario [hic!]