HELLO – THIS IS A DELIVERY FOR [DUMBLEDALF THE DISAPPOINTING]. PLEASE SCAN RETINA TO CONFIRM DELIVERY
“Well, it’s about time my Super Wubtendo showed up, jeeze. You Wubazon Drones are useless. I guess pre-orders are just always late, even in a magical, made-up world where MDK controls everything. At least I’m conveniently giving a recap of the past 2 hours, despite the fact that nobody else is here. SILVER LININGS, AHOY!”
YOUR FEEDBACK IS NOT IMPORTANT TO US. HAVE A NICE DAY
“Friggin’ robots” grumbled Dumbledalf as he slammed the door shut. Making his way into his living room, the snarky old wizard kicked off his boots and climbed into his favorite recliner. While not the most glamorous of possessions (unless you have a thing for funky smells and mysterious stains, that is) it brought comfort like no other. It was Dumbledalf’s favorite way to kick back after a long week of..well, whatever it is he does, exactly.
Without warning, the light began to disappear from the room as the skies outside started to darken. The many magical knickknacks scattered throughout the old wizard’s dingy hut began to rattle and shake as a mysterious voice echoed loudly across the crimson skies.
“Smooooth Jazz – WUBSTEP IS D E A D”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me..” muttered the old Wizard, as he sprang out of his recliner and opened his front door. “The ONE night I have off this MONTH, and the universe gets invaded by angry, jazz musicians & purple monsters. What’s next?? Is the guardian of the Jelly Castle going t—”
“ARRRRGHH! SON OF A—”
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