Dry Bowser was cleaning up the racecourse before the next race started as Petey Piranha and Bowser watched from the starting line, both of them sitting on the yellowish magma hardened road.
"You missed a spot." Bowser commented as he sipped some of his lemonade, which he held the glass in his right hand. "I'm just saiyan, man."
Dry Bowser glanced back at Bowser as he snarled. "I know I missed, I'm just cleaning the harder to get spots first."
"Shouldn't you just clean up whatever spot is dirty?" Bowser commented as he rolled his left hand.
Dry Bowser rolled his eyes as he ignored Bowser's suggestion, with Petey shrugging as he shook his gigantic plant head.
"I don't understand how a boney jerk like you could have friends," Bowser muttered as he folded his burly yellow arms, shaking his head. "What with you being downright nasty to anything, ever."
Dry Bowser scoffed, turning around as he went to clean the spot that he missed. "I can say the same thing to you, yellow skin." He growled as he glared at Bowser, who glared back as Petey gulped, sensing tension between the two tough reptilians.