Top floor. Dust bunnies, zippers, markers and assorted bath salts.
And to celebrate, here’s the entry that sealed the deal.
"Ooh! I-I am just so cross with you Rhonda! Do you have any idea what kind of night that I’ve been through?!"
"Aww, please Phoenix— I know I didn’t leave Niceland on the best of terms, and I’m sorry you ended up in jail and lost Calhoun and all, but I really need you to fix this kart-"
"And why should I?! Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?"
"I KNOW, but this isn’t about me. It’s about Vancent-"
"…Vancent… He’s this- this sweet, little homeless kid. This is his kart here and I- ….Phoenix, he wants nothing more than to be a racer. And because of me, he thinks he won’t have the chance."
"So please, help me help him! I don’t care if you and the Nicelanders hate me, I don’t care if I have to get thrown off of the roof every day for the rest of my life. You have to fix this go-kart, or else he never will get that chance.”
"Wow… Rhonda, I didn’t know this meant so much to you. You’ve been through a lot tonight, haven’t you?"
"Well… well now I feel like such an Antagonistic-Annie!"
"A what now?"
"Oh, Rhonda, it’s been a long night for the both of us. I know I’ve had my share of hardships, but… well, shucks, now it seems like I’ve been the Koopa calling the plumber red…