Dry Bowser Chats With Seinfeld

Dry Bowser was sitting at the famous Monk's Cafe in Manhattan, with it raining all day and night in New York City as the skeletal reptile was having some coffee with Jerry Seinfeld.

"So when's your next gig?" Dry Bowser asked as he was looking at the menu out of curiosity.

"Oh I dunno." Jerry stated as he shrugged, throwing his hands up in the air. "Probably going to take another flight. I gotta make use of airplane jokes, you know."

Dry Bowser squinted his eyes as he glanced back up at Jerry. "Seriously? How many plane gags have you made?"

Jerry smirked as he shook his head. "Not enough, I feel. You just gotta land that hit spot for comedy perfectly, like a plane."

Dry Bowser: (groan and slaps his forehead) It's stuff like this that makes it hard to have a conversation with you.

Jerry: (scoffs) Hard to have? Well look at you being so brash, bonehead!

Dry Bowser: Easy there, Seinfeld, I can shock or burn you if I feel like it.

Jerry: What's the deal with your temper? Why would I need a jolt from you when I can go outside and get zapped by this continuous lightning? Or better yet, another cup of coffee!

Dry Bowser then turned his head to the various customers chatting among themselves, deciding to take manners into his own bony hands as he chucked one of his bones at Jerry, hitting the human comedian in the head. Dry Bowser then whistled as he left the cafe, heading out in the downpour through the rainy streets of Manhattan a he left Jerry behind to pay for the bill.