Why 12 year olds make terrible interior decorators
[With 8 siblings, privacy was a luxury Lemmy could never afford. He never dreamed of having his own bedroom, let alone his own house. Clearly, this was the best day ever. He wasted no time going hog wild turning the place into an epic playroom. Toys littered the floor and arcade cabinets lined one wall, while a huge TV with even more video games sat on the opposite wall. He conjured up a door that led to a go-kart course that looked suspiciously like Mario Kart Stadium, except every instance of the word "Mario" was scribbled out and replaced with "Lemmy". Finally, he added a refrigerator stuffed with all of his favorite foods, including microwavable junk and sickeningly-sweet sugary cereal.
Lemmy bounced in place as he admired his handiwork. This was so awesome. Too awesome to keep to himself. Without a second thought, he dashed outside to grab the first person he could find.]
Hey! Hey, you! Yeah, you! Come see my cool house! Come onnn, let's go! I've got pizza rolls!
In the name of the moon!?!
[Okay, so Lemmy was now a defender of the innocent and a fighter of evil! That's no big, he can handle that. But first he's gotta look the part, and that includes coming up with a super cool pre-battle speech to use on bad guys before he kicks all their butts.
He's standing on the roof of his house in his magi uniform: a bright, multi-colored coat that makes him look like a circus ringleader. He tries to strike a dramatic pose as he points at anyone milling about below, but it's hard to be taken serious when you're a bright orange turtle-thing with a rainbow mohawk and a ridiculous get-up.]
Beware, evil-doers! I, the Amazing Lemmy, have arrived to defeat you!!
[He snaps his fingers and summons his weapon: a top hat as ridiculous as his coat.]
And now, for my next trick, I'll- whoa, whoa, oh, no, my hat!
[His hat slips out of his hands and tumbles off the roof, and he very nearly follows but catches himself at the last second.]
Um... can you just, like, toss that back up to me?
Lemmy Koopa | Super Mario
[With 8 siblings, privacy was a luxury Lemmy could never afford. He never dreamed of having his own bedroom, let alone his own house. Clearly, this was the best day ever. He wasted no time going hog wild turning the place into an epic playroom. Toys littered the floor and arcade cabinets lined one wall, while a huge TV with even more video games sat on the opposite wall. He conjured up a door that led to a go-kart course that looked suspiciously like Mario Kart Stadium, except every instance of the word "Mario" was scribbled out and replaced with "Lemmy". Finally, he added a refrigerator stuffed with all of his favorite foods, including microwavable junk and sickeningly-sweet sugary cereal.
Lemmy bounced in place as he admired his handiwork. This was so awesome. Too awesome to keep to himself. Without a second thought, he dashed outside to grab the first person he could find.]
Hey! Hey, you! Yeah, you! Come see my cool house! Come onnn, let's go! I've got pizza rolls!
In the name of the moon!?!
[Okay, so Lemmy was now a defender of the innocent and a fighter of evil! That's no big, he can handle that. But first he's gotta look the part, and that includes coming up with a super cool pre-battle speech to use on bad guys before he kicks all their butts.
He's standing on the roof of his house in his magi uniform: a bright, multi-colored coat that makes him look like a circus ringleader. He tries to strike a dramatic pose as he points at anyone milling about below, but it's hard to be taken serious when you're a bright orange turtle-thing with a rainbow mohawk and a ridiculous get-up.]
Beware, evil-doers! I, the Amazing Lemmy, have arrived to defeat you!!
[He snaps his fingers and summons his weapon: a top hat as ridiculous as his coat.]
And now, for my next trick, I'll- whoa, whoa, oh, no, my hat!
[His hat slips out of his hands and tumbles off the roof, and he very nearly follows but catches himself at the last second.]
Um... can you just, like, toss that back up to me?