"I love the city!" Paratroopa exclaimed with joy as he twirled around in the air.

"I hate the city." Dry Bones sulked, folding his skeletal arms together.

The two different Koopa Troopas were in one of the skyscrapers overlooking the Mushroom City race course as Dry Bowser was filling in as a bartender, giving Dry Bones a cup of Scotch with two ice cubes.

"What is it about the city that you don't like?" Dry Bowser asked Dry Bones as he opened up a new, green bottle of champagne.

Dry Bones sighed as he faced Dry Bowser. "Oh, well, it's just the fact that its crowded, and noisy. And that there's traffic on the race course."

"I can understand the first two," Dry Bowser remarked as he then chuckled, rolling his right skeletal hand around. "But in the case of the latter, Mushroom City is not the only place with traffic on the race track."

Dry Bones tilted his head as he rubbed his skeletal chin with his left hand. "What... do you mean...?"

Dry Bowser scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "You know exactly what I am talking about. The Mushroom Bridge, the Shroom Ridge, Moonview Highway... all of those have traffic on them, too."

"Isn't Mushroom City part of the Moonview Highway's race course?" Toadette commented as she sat next to Paratroopa, drinking a glass of orange juice.

Dry Bowser glanced at Toadette as he turned his attention back to Dry Bones. "My point is this, the city has its ups and downs, but that's to be expected. Otherwise it wouldn't be a metropolis."

"...I guess you have a point." Dry Bones shrugged as he sighed, shaking his head as he sipped his cup of Scotch that Dry Bowser gave him.