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Mario's execution

Mario Mario looked down onto the ground, fresh scarlet liquid escaping his forehead and splashing onto the ground. His hands were tied, bound behind the wooden pole he was strapped to. He felt the sun beating down on his cap wearing head, as the sound of several rifles being armed entered his ears. He looked up, the sun glistening off his sweat glazed mustache.

His hat was low enough to shield his eyes from the sun's glare, but not from the sight of several soldiers aiming guns at him from every angle. A Japanese man in a suit, wearing sunglasses and black gloves with a red N on them stepped up in front of them, reaching his hand into his jacket and pulling out a pistol. Mario couldn't even look them in the eyes, forcing himself to tilt his head down far enough that the brim of his hat covered his entire face.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way." The man in the suit said, pulling back the hammer on his pistol. "Farewell... old friend."

The triggers were pulled, bullets flying through the air and hitting the plumber. They all passed through him like a hot knife through butter, the lead falling to the ground below after it's exit. Mario Mario's body went limp, as the ammo finally ran dry.

The man in the suit adjusted his glasses and put away his handgun, and walked away from the grizzly sight.

"... Hahahahaha!"

The man in the suit immediately turned around to look, as he saw Mario's body shaking with laughter. The man in the suit narrowed his eyes to see smoke billowing from behind the jumpman, fire burning the ropes around his hands.

Mario looked up at the soldiers, his blue eyes glimmering... and a 1-up mushroom clenched between his teeth.

Mario broke the ropes and dropped down as his wounds healed, adjusting his cap as he finished his healing meal.

"Not-a quite yet... old friend."