"Hey shut the hell up, you stupid jerkwad!" Wario was a little pissed off now, so the speed and fury with which he pelted snowballs greatly increased. Oh yes, Goose was going to get what was coming to him.

Although, he figured the extra weight he carried made this weather more tolerable to him than it would to a twig like Goose, particularly if he was raised on that island with that beach that he showed him before. He was well-padded, but any part of his flesh that wasn't covered in something, like his face, was quite cold.

But the cold was easy to forget when one got caught up in the thrill of pelting snow at each other.