So anyways last I left off, Bob proved his mental illness by accidentally quoting a Joker line about how "ahead of the curve" he was in having a stalker level obsession with a fat Italian man.
If I didn't mention that he believes he and Mario were connected at birth, then here's this little gem:
Mario and I were “born” the same year, 1981 (I’m about 5 ½ months older,) and as such I don’t really remember a world without him.
So yeah, Bob would probably have murdered and wore Mario as a skin if he was a real person.
Anyways, let's again sift through for more amazing Bob moments people seemed to miss:
My first look at it came from (where else?) Nintendo Power: a short puff piece that was, in my mind, akin to a vision from God.
Yep. Bob legitimately saw and likely still sees Nintendo itself as his god. Learning about the newest Bing Bing Wahoo game equates to Moses at the Burning Bush or Muhhamad speaks with Allah to Bob.
I recall buying a bunch of graph paper when I saw that was how the designers were plotting out sprite art.
Bob again proves his creepy obsession by doodling his own mario sprites. Fun fact; there's likely an alternate universe where Bob instead went into game design rather than film given he considered both as career options. Imagine that shitshow.
So then he goes into the Wizard movie. Skipping his google-fu tier summarization of that shit. Just a reminder Smoothbrain Bobby loves to spam his non-sequiturs in his sentences with (spam).
on that day all we really wanted was to get SMB3 in front of our eyeballs. Just let us see it. Please, just let us see it...
Here's Bob being a creepy sped. I don't really have much to add to this, since these are the words of a person who wears peoples' skin.
Now, having watched the film much, much more often than it deserves since then I can likely quote about 80% of it chapter and verse.
Weird flex but okay Bob. The thing is he has this weird balance of shame of liking this movie and still unironically loving it. I legit believe the only reason he changed his opinion was that the Nostalgia Critic made fun of it given his desperation to hold on to a specific type of reputation.
I will state that yes, Bob typed out the "he touched my breasts" line. No one needed to see that, but yeah whatever.
But the climactic reveal of SMB3 is burned - no, seared - into my memory the way JFK’s assassination was for my parents’ generation... or the way 9/11 would be for mine a scant 12 years from then…
No comment. It's been covered before, but any readthrough has to highlight this.
And there it is. The title screen. The flashing yellow “3.” A map screen in a Mario game?? The Troopas are back! The Goombas, too! And Question Blocks! YES! The raccoon tail (we didn’t know to call it a Tanooki yet) exists—and it does make you fly! Was that a giant Goomba???
Here's Bob having a mild stroke and orgasm when he saw Bing Bing Wahoo 3: Search for More Money. It cannot be said enough that when he consumes, it comes off as a crazed mix of orgasm and drug high when he writes it. There's a reason why if you read it out loud with the tone of the writing, you sound like you're getting sexually aroused.
Bob's writing is like being covered in cockroaches.
this is meant to be a tense, “will he or won’t he” contest to earn the happy ending, but we couldn’t care less. This is what we came for. It’s arrived. Our victory is achieved. Across the country we sat there, jaws agape and hearts racing, as The Most Important Thing That Had Ever Happened blazed across the screen and before our eyes months before any of us would be playing it.
Bob talks about how children coomed hard over consooming, because he's desperate to pretend that his mentally ill responses are more normal than they really are.
I want to take a shower, and yes Bob needs meds and therapy the stupid anti-therapy faggot.
Oh, The Wizard wins, by the way - proving his mettle and reuniting his broken family. Not that anyone really cared. “Super Mario Bros. 3 was real. We’d seen it. Now we just had to keep waiting to play it.
More Yandere Bob.
So anyways, Bob begged Mama Chipman for Mario 3, and managed to get it first out of all the kids on the block. This is likely why it's his favorite of the 3, besides his weird sexual experience in the movie theater that is.
He claims it's where Mario peaked, but here's something you guys might enjoy.
As such, it was the first (and, for a long period, last) time that the rest of the world and I were almost in sync.
Bob also peaked... I think he wasn't even 10 at this point. Think about that for a bit and realize why he's such an angry and drunk pile of shit with mental issues.
and the rest of the world was finally waking up to what my generation of youngsters (and none more so than me) had known for years: the little fat guy with the mustache and the overalls was the coolest thing on the planet.
Y'know, when I was a kid, the reason I liked Mario was because the game was fun. It's similar to how I liked Megaman, platformers were fun. Pretty sure that's what the kids who either didn't need or took therapy felt too.
Go to therapy you anti-therapist.
The “Super Show” had long since slipped from first-run airwaves, but a new series based exclusively on SMB3 had taken its place - not in syndication, but in a prime network Saturday Morning spot.
A friend of mine mentioned that Bob is dumb and wrong on this little thing: the SMB3 show WAS the Super Show. It just cut the live-action bits. Same crew, same actors, just rebranded to take advantage of the new game.
For an obsessive little sped, it's amusing he didn't know that.
There was even an SMB3 Happy Meal at McDonalds: the ultimate symbol of something having “made it”—to an 8 year-old, at least. All in all, it felt a little bit like at least some of the differences between me and the rest of the world might have just been a matter of me being ahead of the curve, and now everything else was catching up. This, I thought, was the beginning of a new and better world.
So this paragraph... wow.
So you get a nice hint on how Bob sees McDonalds, as the sacred cool place and not the lard dispenser it actually is. Mr. McNugget Graveyard believed and likely still believes that if McDickholes makes a Happy Meal of product, it "made" it.
He again quotes Heath Ledger's Joker on "being aheaaad of the currrve".
And the world being better is entirely because people think more like the sped with Oppositional Defiance Disorder and some other cluster B personality disorder. And since Bob is going hard on anti-vaxxers, remind him that he doesn't believe in therapy for himself.
Don't worry though. In Bob's own words, it's just the beginning of the end.
So anyways, up next is Bob screaming that Mario is his friend, his attempts to brainwash himself, his yandere breakdown due to Yoshi's Island, and his belief in Mario being "cutting edge".