"...you know, I really think we should go see what Toad's doing." Toadette suggested to Dry Bowser as they were shopping around in the Mushroom City.
"And what interest would bring you to find out what Toad is doing, kid?" Dry Bowser stated as he was carrying most of the useless junk Toadette brought in the various stores. "In fact, how can you even tell the difference between your Toad and the thousands of others that populated this fungi obsessed cesspool?"
"Oh, it's because my Toad has a lower pitched voice that makes him sound more like a regular man instead of a really young boy or croaky grandpa!" Toadette giggled as she frowned, closing her eyes. "I just really hope he's okay... he would normally call me by now..."
"...Bowser, d-don't you think we should take a break!?" Toad exclaimed as he was panting, sweat coming out of his white mushroom cap.
"A break? From this!?" Bowser laughed as he kept on fucking Toad in the ass, with several white seagulls flying around them. "Fat chance, you fun guy!"