"sorry for the suddenness of this, Bowser, but I hadn't been captured in a while and wondered what was going on..." Peach sighed.
"you were worried about me!" Bowser asked gleefully.
"in a way, yes. and when I had heard you were glutting during your depression, I realized why you were always getting bigger, and also how to stop our countries from warring."
"you'll marry me!?" Bowser jumped to a conclusion!
"uhhh... no. sorry, Bowser... but I'm going to force feed you so much that you won't be able to capture me ever again." before he could say anything a toad put a hose in his muzzle and clamped the king's jaws together. "now, now! we're just over feeding him, be gentle." Peach warned, not wanting to see anything bad happen to anyone.
once a odd gel began to filter into his gullet, Bowser began to try to get the somehow tasty liquid from entering his jaws. suddenly, he got an idea, and began to comp down on the hose, hoping his jaw muscles would still rend the metal that he used to be able to.
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