Dry Bowser took out the smellt garbage from his wooden cabin just outside the Grumble Volcano as he placed it away in his trash can. "Hmmm... wonder why this stuff is being written for no reason."

"People like seeing characters do weird things in fanfiction," Toadsworth exclaimed as he emerged from another nearby trash can, living in it.

"What the hell?" Dry Bowser exclaimed as he stumbled back, taking back by the presence of the old man. "Why are you in my trash, old man?"

"Oh... just digging for old newspapers, and what not." Toadsworth commented as he pulled out some old nail clippings. "See? This stuff is priceless!"

Dry Bowser blinked as he placed the trash lid back down on the trash can, with Toadsworth groaning in pain as Dry Bowser began moving away.

"I wonder why I let him come around on my turf..." Dry Bowser stated as he just closed his eyes, clenching his fists as he proceeded to go get another bag of garbage to take out.

"Hey! I was wondering where my old busted inventions were!" Toadsworth exclaimed as he emerged from the trash can again, holding what looked like a mucked up hair dryer.