Wario entered his house. He had found a label maker at a yard sale and decided to use it. Wario being Wario he began plastering, "Property of Wario!" on everything on his house that he wasn't planning to eat. No matter how many labels he made, the label maker didn't run out of paper or ink. "This is a good deal," he mumbled to himself. "I should have haggled the price down harder."
There was a knock on the door. Wario grumbled as he waddled over to the front door and opened it up.
The person on the other side of the door was Mona, Wario's orange-haired longtime employee. "What do you want?" Snarled Wario.
Mona laughed, "I want my paycheck, Wario."
Wario snorted. "Get it from whatever job you've got this time."
"I did, and now it's your turn. You still owe me Wario, and this time I'm not leaving until I get what's mine," Mona replied.
Wario turned around and walked away, "Ain't you got something you're going to be late for?"
Mona walked in, closing the door behind her. She said, "Nope. I've got my schedule cleared all day."
"You'll need longer than that to get money out of me," Wario snorted.
"We'll see. And what's with all the labels?" Mona asked.
Wario looked at the Label Maker in his hands, "I made them. Here, have one!" Wario made another "Property of Wario!" label and slapped it on Mona's hat. He laughed, "Hah! You should pay me for an improvement like that."
"No way." Mona chuckled, took off her hat and tossed it on Wario's couch, "There. I gave you your hat back. Can I have the money you owe me now?"
"No you can't-" Wario stopped. He turned around and looked Mona in the eye, "My hat? What do you mean my hat?"
"It's your hat. It even has your label on it. Now don't try to distract me, Wario," Replied Mona.
Wario stared at Mona. She seemed completely sincere, as if putting the label on her hat made her thing it was his. Apparently the Label Maker was an even better deal than he thought.
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