A lone, generic Goomba was walking around the wide bend near the starting line of the Mushroom Gorge, sighing as he looked up at the clear blue sky. "What is my purpose? Is it just to be here to be flattened?" He asked, blinking.

His question of life pondering was answered as he was squashed into a regular red mushroom by Dry Bowser, who drove towards the starting line in his Piranha Prowler. Two other Goombas nearby looked at each other as several more racers passed by.

"Did we lose another one?" The Goomba to the left asked the other Goomba.

The Goomba on the right nodded its head, replying in a feminine voice, "Yeah. We're basically here just for the racers to use our flesh as fuel."

They both sighed as they shook their heads, closing their eyes.