Dry Bowser was looking through the newspaper as he shook his head, adjusting his skull as he was enjoying his volcanic home in peace. "Nothing interesting in the paper again... maybe I should go back to practicing my tennis skills."
Hearing his phone go off, Dry Bowser got off his clean sofa as he grabbed the phone, the skeletal reptile glancing up to see his ceiling fan going slower than usual as he murmured to himself.
"Hmm, I should get that checked out when I get the chance. Though I'm not bothered by the heat all that much," Dry Bowser muttered to himself as he brushed back his red hair, answering the phone. "Who is this? Oh it's just you, what do you want this time?"