Dry Bowser was questioning why he was even with Rouge the Bat and Eggman Nega in the 1st place. It was a frosty night up north in the tundra since they were getting themselves ready for a frosty festival.
"So what do we do?" Rouge commented as she flapped her sexy bat wings.
"How should I know?" Eggman-Nega scoffed as his attitude was as cold as the temperature around them.
Dry Bowser groaned as he slapped his bony forehead. "This was a bad idea..."
Eventually the trio decided to just do nothing but let the snow fall on them.