*two weeks later*
Toad: Help! Mario! The Princess has been kidnapped!
Mario: Oh for fu-ok, ok. *starts filling the bath, then leaves*
*ten minutes later he kicks in the door, drops the bitch on the floor, turns off the hot tap, closes the bathroom door and has a bath*
*one year later*
Toad: Oh. Shes gone again.
Mario: *throwing a beer to Toad* Yeah, yeah, after the match.
Toad: Good idea.
*both sit down to watch the soccer match*
I mean, you just KNOW you need a profession when the competition gets that good