Stares at the vault of stolen food. Gives a big, wiiide smile, saying nothing. Your day of reckoning hath come, Dedede. RIP your pantry.
“AH’M ALREADY DEALIN’ WITH THAT PINK GOBBLEGUT TAKIN’ MAH STUFF. AH DON’T NEED HIS YELLOW BROTHA WITH THUMBS TO HELP HIM DRIVE ME UP TH’WALL!! YOU STOP THAT SMILE RIGHT NOW.”













