"Gee, it sure is boring around here," Toadette muttered in boredom as she sighed, putting her hands on her face as she kept watching the cows grazing on the grass.
Daisy yawned as she stretched her arms. "Yeah, I wanna go racing... but they already got twelve racers."
Vector wrapped his long, lanky arms around both ladies, the green music obsessed crocodile consulting them. "Come on, ladies, don't let boredom get to you! You can literally do anything!"
Daisy and Toadette glanced at each other, then turned to Vector. "Like what?"
Vector rubbed the back of his head. "Err... chasing cows?"
The girls blinked as they giggled with glee, jumping over the yellow fence and chasing the cows, who started running. Vector chuckled as she folded his arms together, proud he did something.
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.