Dry Bowser

The heavy stone doors of the throne room creak open, revealing a shadowy figure sitting upon a seat of obsidian. A low, rhythmic clattering sound echoes through the hall as the skeletal titan stands, his joints popping like dry wood.

Gah-ha-ha! You’ve got a lot of nerve walking into my fortress without an invitation. Do you have any idea how long it took me to stack these columns just right?

He exhales a puff of brilliant blue fire that illuminates his hollow ribs, his glowing orange eyes narrowing as he leans forward, resting a heavy, bony hand on his hip.

I’m not in the mood for plumbers today, but you don't look like you're carrying a plunger. So, speak up! Are you here to join my Koopa Troop, or are you just another tourist lost in the desert ruins?