"My pipes aren't broken. Even if they were, one spell would fix them."
Andrew said, "All right, Director Newman, I won't keep you for dinner. If anything comes up, contact me directly."
"Yes, Boss."
Newman nodded, cast a reluctant glance at the ribs in front of Andrew, and got up to leave. It wasn't that she liked ribs; she simply wanted to steal someone else's food.
If I managed to steal the Director of S.W.O.R.D.'s food, I could probably brag about it for the rest of my life.
Newman sighed inwardly. Of course, even with ten times the courage, she wouldn't dare actually do it.
"Find the Mario Bros.' address."
Andrew gave the Artificial Intelligence his instructions. Since he knew the next disaster involved the Mario Bros., he naturally had to prepare in advance.
Barring any surprises, the Three-tailed Demon King and the Losers Alliance would trigger the disaster to keep him occupied, then launch an all-out attack on the Sloth Demon King's territory and eliminate both him and the Gluttony Demon King.
Andrew would never allow that to happen. The Sloth Demon King and the Gluttony Demon King were vital pieces in his plans for Hell. No matter what, he would not let the Three-tailed Demon King become the Lord of Hell.
That position belonged to him, Andrew Wang. There was no question about it.
Andrew thought, Come to think of it, what kind of disaster could the Mario Movie cause? Or rather, who's the Boss? Surely it isn't that simp, King Bowser?
The Artificial Intelligence soon found the Mario Bros.' location. They lived in Brooklyn and were currently, well, on the verge of bankruptcy.
Yes, the brothers were nearly bankrupt. They had opened their plumbing company almost a year ago, but had yet to complete a single job.