Space Ghost looked outside. He was standing in front of the window, contemplating as he looked at the enormous meteor in front of the Ghost Planet studio. Dry Bowser was also there, volunteering to do some cleaning around the studio since he had nothing better to do after accidentally crashing his space ship into the building, having previously been exploring the cosmos for space treasures.
"Night in and night out, show after show, I end up doing the same stuff repeatedly," Space Ghost rambled as he shook his head, blinking several times. "For what is a former superhero like me to do? I enjoy being a talk show host, but surely there's more than just hosting talk shows... and saving galaxies... and just standing here, rambling about nothing without no one to respond back."
"I can relate. I mean, we're both undead beings." Dry Bowser pointed out as he was moping the floor, briefly moving his right skeletal hand around. "I'm a bunch of sentient bones, you're a ghost... sometimes the dead can see things that the living can't."
"That's true." Space Ghost responded as he rubbed his chin with his right hand. "...you think there's more to life than acknowledging what it could be in death?"
"I have no clue. We're technically already doing that right now." Dry Bowser pointed out, taking his leave to get more cleaning supplies to continue cleaning up.
Space Ghost glanced around, hearing the empty white noise that echoed within the studio after Dry Bowser left, murmuring as he squinted his eyes.
"Space. It's very lonely." Space Ghost whispered as he decided to sit down and drink some of his coffee, before staring at the blank television before him as he picked up and tapped his blue card, glancing down at it occasionally.