Swang?
It was getting late. Luigi was usually very prompt. Mario really began to worry.
Had something come up? Had he been hurt? Mario decided to go looking for him.
Luigi's eyes opened slowly. He picked his head up. He was on a bed. A cold stone one, but a bed nonetheless. He looked at his surroundings. Dark and uninviting. Typical bad guy atmosphere. And more specifically, the sort of aura surrounding everything that has to do with a certain green and orange reptilian tyrant.
"Walk softly and carry a Super Scope."
