Hey bro, you wanna . . . OMG, what’s on the table? Bro, what is that?!
It’s, it’s, it’s a plastic menace (so I’m a fan of George Lucas. So sue me–ah please, don’t really sue me)!
OMG its some kind of Toad impostor? Kinda like a clone . . . OMG its attack of the clone (Again, George Lucas fan–oh so sorry, but you can’t blame me; after all, I’m only fungus. I’ve got spores for brains).
No brother, we’ve got fluff for brains–hee, hee! But seriously brother, whatta we gonna do? We gotta get rid of these plasta-posers (Get it? They’re plastic and they’re posers too).
Oha no, we justa wanna be friends. We no bad. Mama mia . . . Leave the gun; take the cannoli . . . oha no, wrong movie 😦
We don’t believe you, plastic Mario–if that’s you’re real name. We got you covered–with this net! Ha, we’re too fast for you impostors. Now you’re all trapped.
Bro, I’ll carry these dudes away and hide them in a chest or maybe throw them in the wood room where the squirrel can chew on them . . . hee, hee. We’re fast and furious funghi. 🙂
No bro, we’re notoriously nice, but some times we gotta protect our precious pad from pretenders, parasites and poachers.