The Mario is one busy Rigatoni

There will be not advertising of the Mario on my newspaper web of today, for I am very occupied with my huge project in order not to to be killed by the members of the Legion. Instead of that, I will give you a history of the passed! This is a history on the time that I brought my father to the school with me to speak! (In addition, hidden at the far end of the history, you will discover how Toro became the Red Eyed bull furious of the conversation that it is today!) Enjoy!

Mario sat in his chair. It did the drawings on his paper. Small drawings of entertainment. The drawings helped it to spend the time quicker. Mario was nervous. Today was "bring to your father to the school day". Mario had brought to his father. Mario hoped that its class friends would be impressed by his father. The testicules of Mario were smaller than the peanuts. It was the turn of his father to speak with the class.

"Hello students. I am the father of Mario. My name is Portabello Rigatoni. My occupation is a desire donor." The students were excited. Mario huddled. "Any desire that you want, I am able you to give it, for a small price!". The students became awake. They liked the father of Mario. Mario was afraid. Portabello chose one of the students. "You". it said. "For which you want?".

The student was nervous. It was awakened. The harder member than a pipe of steel. "I want to be strong. I want to be quick. And ferocious. Similar to a bull." The student said.

"Desire granted." Portabello said. "Your soul is now mine! Is to what your name? " Portabello bellowed.

The bull replied with a smile and a weak glimmer of red ones in his globe eyepiece. "My name is Toro Parmesana".