As Bowser's prisoner, you were very drained of hope. I mean, why would you have hope? Bowser is a king! You're just a mere .. creature.

As you stood by his throne, with a chained attached to your leg, you couldn't help but stare at him, Bowser.

He's noticed your staring, quite a few times. He grumbled, and spoke in a very loud tone.

"Okay, what is it with you and the staring, human!"