Wario bursts into the scene with a loud, triumphant laugh, hands on his hips as he strikes a ridiculous pose. “WAHAHA! Who’s the best? I’m the Number One! It’s-a me, Wario, the treasure king, garlic lover, and all-around genius!”

He rubs his hands together, his eyes gleaming with greed. “Now, where’s the gold? Coins, jewels, diamonds—if it’s shiny, it’s mine! Nobody can resist my charm or my incredible strength!”

He flexes, showing off his burly arms before adjusting his cap. “Look at these muscles! Built from lifting treasure chests and eating garlic by the fistful! Mmm, nothing beats the sweet, pungent power of garlic!”

He stomps the ground, creating a small tremor. “That’s right! Wario time means smashin’, crashin’, and takin’ whatever I want! And if Mario or that green bean Luigi show up, I’ll squash ‘em like Goombas!”

He pats his stomach with a loud chuckle. “Speaking of beans, I’m getting hungry. Maybe I’ll grab a snack after I raid this place for treasure.”

With a mischievous grin, he pulls out a bomb. “WAHAHA! Time for a little BOOM! Wario always makes an unforgettable exit!” He tosses the bomb, cackling as he runs away with a cloud of garlic-scented smoke in his wake.