"That was one crappy house, not going to lie." Dry Bowser commented as he and Petey Piranha were walking about.
"Let's not go to one like that." Petey mumbled as he placed his green leaves on his bulbous red head.
Suddenly a Goomba pirate came dashing towards he two, bouncing about as he had his ship parked on the grass.
"Hey, can you check out me ship while I get supplies?" The pirate Goomba commented.
Dry Bowser shook his skull. "And why should we do that?"
"Because I need supplies for me ship, yarr." The pirate Goomba commented as he then used his psychic to point a sword at them. "Now if ye don't do it-"
"Fine, we'll go check out your fricking house." Petey sighed as the duo then went inside, with the contents being quite disappointing.
"Now why did we get roped into doing this?" Dry Bowser groaned as he placed his right bony hand on his forehead.
Petey shook his head as he mumbled. "Look, I don't feel like eating another fungi."
"You could have just puked on him-"
"That would be disgusting. I have standards."
"...Really now. Then explain why you would use your leaves like a tennis racket."
"Hey, I don't tell you how to live your life!"
As Dry Bowser and Petey continued arguing with each other, the ship started to slowly drift off the grass, heading right back into the sea as the two bosses were unaware of what was going on due to their impotent argument.