(Gastlis is sitting down on the stage in his chair. Reading his imaginary watch, he sighs.)

Gastlis: The stupid twit, where is he?!

Ivanna: Would I know?

Gastlis: No. Leave.

Ivanna: Do I have to?

Gastlis: As long as you give me a good amount of McDonalds Chick'n Tenders.

Thumbs: (in a whisper) Is he hooked on those things?

Ivanna: Could be.

(Gastlis is seen not paying attention, as usual.)

Gastlis: Well, to cut to the chase, the famous interviewer, Dark Koopa, is going to help me with today's Interview.

Thumbs: So that's why I'm here?

(Thumbs gives Ivanna a ten dollar bill.)

Ivanna: Ha. Ha.

Dark Koopa: Did you say chicken tenders?

Gastlis: There yo-

Dark Koopa: Give.

Thumbs: Remind me why I gave you ten bucks, weirdo lady?

Ivanna: You can blame the author, or you could blame me.

Thumbs: I blame both.

(He floats away.)

Dark Koopa: So not funny. Now, give.

Gastlis: Can we just start now, get this over with, so I can head o'er to Movie Gallery and rent Luigi's Mansion?

Dark Koopa: Give!

Gastlis: No!

Bob-omb: BOMB!

Gastlis: Why do you say that a lot in Paper Mario:TTYD?

Bob-omb: We BOMB have problems with speech. I guess it runs in the familes down at Fahr Outpost.

Dark Koopa: Right. So... would you die, perhaps, if I lit your fuse?

Bob-omb: Sometimes. But nowadays we're built to reform after explosions.

Dark Koopa: Give it.

Thumbs: Give what?

Dark Koopa: A reason to why you handed over ten bucks.

Thumbs: It was a message, from a higher scource.

(A light shines on Thumbs as angelic music plays.)

Dark Koopa: Err, well, why weren't you built that way before?

Bob-Omb: Maybe I was just... made that way. Just a chosen path.

Gastlis: Yeah. And MY chosen path is the road to the chicken tenders Dark just so happened to seize.

(Dark Koopa sighs, while Thumbs is still looking up with a light shining over him, the music still playing. Gastlis decides to just go and shut it off.)

Thumbs: Hey!

(Thumbs turns it back on.)

Radio: HELLO CLEVELAND! HAHAHA-

Thumbs: Erm...

Dark Koopa: How do you carry stuff without arms?

Bob-omb: It's part of our design. We can make things float.

Dark Koopa: With magic!

Bob-omb: Sure...

Gastlis: Why are most Bob-ombs black?

Bob-omb: I think it has something to do with the connection of real bombs and whatnot. Though, we also apear as pink, white, red, and green.

(Thumbs is trying his best to find that last station, but hasn't realized that the song went off the air.)

Dark Koopa: How do you speak without mouths?

Bob-omb: The chip inside our heads speaks for us.

Gastlis: So you're 100 percent machine?

Bob-omb: Yeah.

Dark Koopa: So... how can you lift stuff without hands?

Bob-omb: Telekenisis.

Goomba: Same here!

Fuzzy: Me, too!

(Gastlis doesn't say a word, he just closes his eyes.)

Dark Koopa: Hey, what are you doing?

Gastlis: Urg, what? Nothing, nothing...

Dark Koopa: Liah.

Gastlis: Just continue, will you?

(The radio acts up again, only now it's playing some demonic opera music. Gastlis leaves the stage in order to get the radio. Loud bashes and crashes are heard, as Dark Koopa helps himself to the chicken tenders.)

Dark Koopa: Uh, audience questions?

Gastlis: Sure.

Dark Koopa: Seat 9.

Goomba: Considering that you're black, would that make you an enemy to Mario?

Bob-omb: Unless I decide to help him, I am a great enemy.

Gastlis: Seat 578.

Pyro Guy: Why are some of you different colors?

Bob-omb: Colors of Bob-omb's aren't very important. They're just regular colors, like skin colors.

Dark Koopa: Seat Idontcarewheterornotthisseatexsists.

Gastlis: That's a seat?

Dark Koopa: I don't care if it is or not. Just ask a question, guy in the seat I just said.

(Gastlis sighs, knowing this is going to end badly.)

Lemmy: End transmission!

Dark Koopa: How dare you?!

Gastlis: Well that was a surprise.