Dry Bowser had the TV on for pong. "This better be good or else they'll be hell to pay."
"Why are you two so aggressive today?" The pong ball asked while bouncing between the two paddles of pong, who seemed to be aggravated.
"We aren't allowed to do anything else with our patterns." The left paddle complained.
"Yeah so we have to slam ourselves into you as hard as possible!" The right added while bouncing about.
The ball seemed perplexed. "Don't you think that's kind of stressing yourself out a bit too much?"
The paddles stopped in place as they pondered this question, with the pong ball looking at them as it wondered if the match was going to continue.
Dry Bowser shook his skull. "Well that was disappointing, much like life in general. What else is new?"
