Ahh, the Bone Dry Dunes, how majestically dry it is... how the rivers of sand shift... how the bones rattle... how the ships sail aloft in the quicksand... and the sand storms... you just have to love this dusty old place for its wonderful culture and connection with nature-
"Dry Bowser, you can stop narrating," Birdo stated as she folded her arms together, all of them being at the small market near the starting line, the giant head of Dry Bowser looming over the race track.
Dry Bowser sighed as he turned to Birdo, taking away his glance of himself as he sounded annoyed. "Oh Korttork. How come I'm not allowed to have some fun with fanfiction gimmicks, huh?"
"I don't think the audience sees you as the type of guy to have, well... fun." Toadette pointed out as she was drinking some water to combat the intense heat.
"...Toadette pretty much described it in a way I couldn't." Birdo added as she shrugged, shaking her head.
Dry Bowser felt a twitch in his right eye, feeling insulted. "Oh really? Well, I'll show them!" he then snapped his fingers, his Offroader vehicle pulling up as he body slammed into it, his bones breaking apart.
"Oh boy..." Birdo and Toadette stated in unison as they gave each other worried looks, with Dry Bowser reanimating himself as he drove off, feeling like he needed to prove a point.