*Foxy the pirate fox was trying to buy some groceries when this all started.*
Foxy: What is this? I'll have your booty!
*He takes advantage of this to run to Wario's office.*
* Wario is shocked but backflips and sweeps foxy in the legs sending him blasting out the window in his office*
WAAAAA
Office meeting terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Foxy, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive booty, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of gold dabloons in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer, who hasn't come due to some unspecified business, Wario has no clue, Butter or something? Who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although Wario had plans for you to be a janitor, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be, At home being a lousy loser WAHAHA. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.
And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend.
HEY THIS ISN'T WARIO'S SCRIPT