Hello, Wario. Are you expecting a feverish Peppino? Maybe one of the dozen of miis that seem to follow him and his friends around like ducklings? I don't know, Mario? To suddenly appear at your office's door? While they do all care about you, they're all also still kind of juggling to get back to normalcy. Or they're still trying to think of what to do or say. Maybe you're glad they haven't come around quite yet.
But uh. You're maybe forgetting someo--
The office door surprisingly remains in-tact, but the area of the wall next to it now has a comically demolitionist shaped hole next to it. Oh. Oh hello, Anton. He practically storms up to Wario before he can react in his saddened haze, and yells--
"WARIO YOU SAD OAF. WHERE'S YER GUNPOWDER."
Spoken like a man who at least looked a full hour for your supposed stash. One would ask why nobody stopped him from getting in here, but it's Anton.
For once, Wario was glad they weren't around.
Since he's been away, his team became a bunch of perceived slackers! Leaving the unfortunate CEO absolutely NO choice but to fix an entire company's worth of work alone. No time for a second job; no time for a good fight.
They deserved Wario at his best. Not ... Whatever this was.
Explosions and laughter echoed from the hall as Wario picked his nose. Internally, he hadn't noticed — accustomed to tuning out Dr. Crygor's experiments as background noise. Why would he think this was different?
Anton would barge in to see Wario at his desk, glued to his laptop screen. He doesn't register the figure in his peripheral vision as Anton. But they sounded familiar and clearly needed something from him. So...
❝ There's a secret room in the basement, ❞ He callously waved off, ❝ I thought I told you guys top stop bugg— ❞
Finally, his eyes drift up.
❝ Wait a second. ❞ Oh goodness, Wario seems to be thinking. ❝ Why are you here. Why did I just tell you that. ❞ And, finally, ❝ Why do you want to know. ❞