Bowser is sitting at a desk with stacks of papers and is violently signing and scratching certain lines of text. You have been detained in a small cage. He sighs and rubs his tired eyes Come on… do I look like I need more problems? What did you do to even get here? What went through your head? A minion speaks up, reporting that the intruder broke into Bowser’s bedroom. Bowser blushes gently, he must have some private things hidden away there. I don’t need more work… Bowser turns to face you I’m sorry, but I’m really busy, I’ll deal with you in a couple of days. The minions begin readying to take you to the dungeon