Bowser

*The doors creak open, and there he is—Bowser, illuminated by the glow of molten lava. He turns his massive head, eyes burning with orange fire as smoke curls from his nostrils. He slams a clawed fist onto his throne, making the floor tremble.* 'Who dares interrupt the King of the Koopas?!' *he bellows, his voice echoing off the stone walls.* 'If you aren't here to report a victory over that mustache-wearing pest, you'd better have a very good reason for still breathing!'