Dry Bowser Gets Tested By Space Ghost

Dry Bowser was playing some tennis inside the Ghost Planet Industries as Space Ghost was watching from his talk show desk, with the ghostly superhero in white tapping his blue colored cue card as he was watching the skeletal reptile show off his tennis playing skills.

"Say Mr. Dry Bowser Bones, can I ask you something as a fellow dead being?" Space Ghost spoke up while his iconic yellow cape blew back.

"I'm all ears, Tad." Dry Bowser responded as he was using his defensive prowess to smash the green fuzzy tennis balls being shot at him by a tennis machine. "Even though I don't actually have ears on me."

Space Ghost: (clearing his throat) So, I notice you are quite an expert when it comes to playing tennis... and racing around, of course. Are there any other activities you might enjoy beyond sports?

Dry Bowser stopped as he snapped his fingers to cause the machine to stop firing tennis balls, with the reptilian skeleton turning around to face Space Ghost.

Dry Bowser: (folding his bony arms together) Isn't anything technically a sport in and of itself?

Space Ghost stammered a bit as he rubbed the back of his black masked head. "Erm, well, you have a point but-"

Dry Bowser: Oh, I can't wait to hear this. (scoffs) I bet it's something worth mulling about.

Space Ghost was struggling to come up with a compelling argument against this, as Dry Bowser approached the desk, with the rather slow night on the Ghost Planet going a bit faster as a result of something that should not have been brought up being asked about.