"Where were you going?" Dry Bowser asked while reading the newspaper, with the television screen having Pong playing on it.
"Oh... nowhere." A Paratroopa said whle floating in the air.
Dry Bowser shrugged as he looked through some pages. "All right then."
"You're not concerned about me?"
"Not in the slightest."
Suddenly a Dry Bowser from a different universe popped up, with the prime skeletal reptile looking at his similar counterpart as he squinted his eyes.
"You need to come with me."
"Why?"
"Because there's something that requires a presence of a copy."
"And I'm the clone in this case, I take it?"