from the sidelines

Ugh there he is again, Mario. He sits in his kart, proudly accepting the first place medal for the fifth time this week. And then there's me, a nerd that nobody knows watching all eight racers from the sidelines. He steps out of his red kart and fixes his shiny, dark hair. Princess peach swoons and Luigi gives him a glare. At that moment, I wonder what's it like to be Mario. He has a complicated life- some people love him but some hate him too. On the inside he must be a decent human being, right? He does seem like the passive aggressive and cocky type, but that doesn't necessarily make him a bad person. After there wandering thoughts, I look up and I don't see him any where. Then an urge to use the restroom comes over me. As I'm about to enter the restroom, I see Mario facing the other way with some sort of paper in his hand. I lean to get a better view. 

"What the he-," I begin before I realize I'm speaking my mind. Is that the Super Mario Brother, Mario Mario, smoking after a race?! What do I do? I rush inside the bathroom and revaluate everything that just happened. I am a nobody. No one knows me, heck I don't even know myself. But this is bad... Do I help Mario or report him?