[Dated to roughly an hour after this other post. Bowser stands in front of the camera looking rather displeased. The viruses were fun when they were happening to everyone else, but now it's kind of annoying.]

I'm guessing this-- (turns camera toward a window, through which falling snow can be seen, then jerks it back, leaving it slightly tilted) --is one of those viruses. This is worse than just the snow, by the way.

Somehow we're on the ground without even landing. Half my kingdom is up here with me, and we're still in the air over Toad Town! On top of that, everything's covered in snow! It's even coming in the windows!

So what's gonna happen when the virus ends, huh? Is all that ground out there just gonna disappear, or is it gonna flatten the city? [The way he sees it, the Mushroom Kingdom is his, too, just not officially.]

[Bowser strokes his chin thoughtfully for a moment, then shouts off to one side:] Kammy Koopa!

[Kammy's voice can be heard giving some sort of acknowledgement.]

Go down to Toad Town and get everyone out. If this stuff falls (points his thumb toward the window), that's where it's going.

[Kammy says something, and Bowser steps off-screen toward her.]

Well, if they don't listen, chase them out! Use force if you need to, but I want everyone out of the city by sunset! Got it?!

[Kammy says something again. A pause. Bowser returns to the camera looking more concerned and serious.]

(sigh) I can't believe I'm doing this... [He seems to be talking about something that hasn't yet been spoken. His palm covers the camera, and the video ends.]

[And the snowmen haven't even started attacking yet...]

The hell is this? [Greed crouches in the snow, prodding at a limbless snowman with no particularly defining features beyond a pair of glasses and a perpetually frumpy expression. It gets knocked over and rolls about until it can eventually get up, looking somehow even more annoyed. With a single finger poke, Greed knocks it back down again.] Oi. There's been armor without a throat that could talk. Can't you at least complain a little when I mess with you? These viruses ain't what they used to be, if this's the best threat they can manage...

[Another snowman,one whose distinguishing feature is some paper clips is behind him, on top of a dumpster. While limbless itself, it jumps up and down a few times until an icicle falls down off of the edge.]

Or maybe it's my fault? Should I've made something bigger if I wanted this to get more exciting...?

[As the ice falls off of the ledge, another snow-mini comes along and takes the fallen icicle with the unsightly hole in the middle of her face, sharp end out, approaching the distracted Greed from behind with horror-flick obvious levels of murderous intent.

Forget red, yellow is the new color of wrath.]