The party god, a title that belongs to, oh, I don't know, me.

No one can light up a dark room and send it into a fun, wild, chaos like I can.

None can rally a group of party minions, Shysters and wreak joyful havoc upon the Mushroom Kingdom like me.

But how many can do all of the above, just to lose it all to a fat plumber who I'm sure is called a wet blanket behind his chubby face?

His jumps bend my steel, weakening my form.

Smithy, I am sorry I failed you, and that I didn't get to party hard enough.