"Ahh yesss..." Trowzer stated as he wagged his tail, holding his brick phone as he was at the Bone Dry Dunes, being there to expand some of his business prowess. "Thisss will be a good place for me to get sssome new customersss..."
"All right, kid, can you stop it already?" Dry Bowser groaned as he was brushing his red hair with a skull comb, shaking his head. "You've been doing it for hours!"
Toadette farted away in her treasure tracker shorts as she giggled, gleefully farting away. "No way! Farting is love, farting is life!"
"How do you do, fellow adventurersss?" Trowzer stated as he waved with his tail. "I'm Trowzer. I'm an effective businessss sssnake."
"...you sure don't look like it." Dry Bowser pointed out as he shook his skull.
"...why do you have a brick phone?" Toadette commented as she stopped breaking wind, since her curiosity was peaked by this snake in shorts.
Trowzer chuckled as he tilted his hat. "Becaussse I've been ssselling these babiesss sssince 1985. In fact, you could sssay..." He stopped as he shook his head. "All right, I'm going to stop. This shit gets old fast."
"I'm glad we're getting that out of the way." Dry Bowser pointed out as he squinted his beady eyes. "So... what exactly do you sell?"
"Well, uh... I sell moves." Trowzer explained as he observed Dry Bowser and Toadette, nodding his head. "In fact, you two look like you could use some. Tell ya what... if you get me some quills, I'll willingly teach you some..."
"Something about this rubs me in the wrong way." Dry Bowser pointed out as he moved his right hand about. "Like, why specifically do you want quills?"
"Who cares? Let's go get some! Yabba dabba doo!" Toadette exclaimed in grand fashion as she dashed off, going fast from her farting as she was letting out high quality rips.
Trowzer watched Toadette take off as he turned to Dry Bowser, pointing at her. "Do I dare ask what is with her and the flatulence?"
"She loves doing it. I keep trying to make her stop." Dry Bowser grumbled as he then started to head off, following Toadette's stinky trail. "I think she might be doing it around me constantly just to smite me. She enjoys having that annoying smug look on her face every goddamn time."
"You poor, strange bony man. You have my pity." Trowzer stated as he watched Dry Bowser off, waiting for the duo to return as he took another look at the dusty old canyon.