Dry Bowser Contemplates Himself

Dry Bowser was rushing from the giant boulders that were chasing after him within the Grumble Volcano, with the skeletal reptile managing to escape being rolled over by them as he used every nook and cranny to his bony advantage, questioning why he thought of even going through the volcanic dungeon in the first place.

"Do I really have any desire for the object of which I just collected?" Dry Bowser questioned as he chucked several of his more fragile bones at the switches to summon several arrows to pierce the boulders behind him. "I'm certain that there's nothing of value for me in this... thing."

Dry Bowser decided to take the top path as he managed to reach the bottom of the grumbling volcano, climbing up high as several smaller boulders began popping out in an attempt to stop him, but Dry Bowser used his athletic skills to dodge them.

Dry Bowser: I'm practically immortal... is this just one of the many means to pass the time since I don't have to worry about the passage of it?

Dry Bowser shrugged as he eventually reached the top of the shaking volcano, holding the object he took with both of his bone crafted hands, with it being a small magma hardened statue molded after himself, having conquered over the boulders that failed to break him.