Dry Bowser was combing his red hair with one of his bones with a red robed Shy Guy deciding to waddle over to him.
"Mister Dry Bowser what are you doing here?"
"Waiting for my friends to show up."
"Oh, do you have any?"
"Look just because I look scary doesn't mean I'm lonely."
"Well sorry I asked, I'm just a Shy Guy."
"You could say we're all that at some point in our lives."
The Shy Guy flailed his arms about for it was clear that he had nothing to say, with Dry Bowser continuing to brush his hair as he then took a look at the over looming moon shining down on the earth.