Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27049835-20180810031115/@comment-27344811-20180817175918

Donkey Kong is sitting on top of his hut, nomming on some bananas.

A large crocodile eyeballs the guy from atop a mountain. "Bring me my telescope!"

A figure eerily similar to Samus Aran's Varia Suit hands him a comically large telescope. K. Rool pops it onto his large eyeball. "That filthy monkey does not even realize the Kremlings have returned! We must keep it that way!" K. Rool pulls it off, causing his eyeball to streeetch out. He pushes it back in.

"Come now, my dear! We must set up the traps!"

Dark Samus talks. If you could call it that. She points at DK's jungle pad as she nakes a sound similar to distorted whispering.

"We can't just blow the thing up! He would most probably survive, and we would have a very angry ape on our hands!" K. Rool begins walking off, and Dark Samus hesitantly follows.