Dry Bowser murmured as he looked at himself in the mirror, brushing back his red hair as he shook his skull.
"I think it's time for a different look." Dry Bowser said to himself as he grabbed a nearby brush and used it on his hair, with it appearing more fluffy than it already did as he sighed. "Well, time to get it cut."
Picking up the phone, Dry Bowser dialed a series of numbers, tapping his right foot as he sighed, placing his other hand on his face. After seven minutes, the skeletal reptile finally got someone to pick up.
"Yes, is there a nearby barbershop?" Dry Bowser asked as he took one last glance at himself in the mirror. "...It's for a haircut, obviously..."