Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27658559-20170518011930/@comment-27344811-20170518112858

There's a gurgling sound as Bowser sits up.

"I'm still mad at you guys for stuffing me in the trunk. I have a headache now. That car is NOT smooth."

Yep. Bowser was in the TARDIST- Time and Realitive Dimensions In Space's Trunk.

A knock on the door. It opens. Behind it was Soundwave and Ennard, the latter was being held by the former.

"What happened in here?"

Bowser shrugs. "I dunno, I just remember gas."

"Gas."

"Yeah. Gas in the trunk."

". . ."

"Bad choice of words."