As drafty and unsightly as it was, Bowser enjoyed that not counting tourneys, the next one a ways off, no one used Frigate Orpheon. Its vacancy brought him here when other Fighters made racket in his reading spots, like tonight. The library to the Fighter's Village, while essentially unsupervised with its primitive service drones, usually stayed quiet and tidy. Save when the Ice Climbers paid a visit. He planned on starting a new and anticipated novel until he heard their squeals. They disallowed check outs in the Melee era for the mounting number of missing or destroyed books. His other spot, his own house, vibrated from the neighboring Pikmins' band practice. They had interesting tastes?
Feeling unlucky, Bowser bounded to his most reliable backup spot. Limited to a stack of books he'd read at least twice, he sat on the edge of the stationary upper platform, the one in his lap he'd read three times before but still enjoyed rereading. The Koopa faced the docile Parasite Queen, who clun