“Hello, Hylian-goro,” Biggoron responded cheerfully. “Can you see me, goro?”
Anzu declined to answer his very obvious question and countered with one of her own. “What are you doing here, Biggoron?”
“Hylians are so funny, goro,” the creature rumbled. “Always doing this, doing that. Why do I have to be doing anything? It’s a nice day, goro.”
Having a very polite yelling match with an enormous rock ghost over the top of a volcanic ridge was the sort of situation nothing in life really prepared you for, but Anzu forged gamely on. “Don’t you have…regrets, or anything?”
Biggoron tilted his head, his beady eyes blinking slowly. “What would I regret, goro? I never ruined anyone else’s tunnel or ate the rock sirloin a brother was saving.”
“So…you know you’re dead?” Anzu tried.
“Oh yes,” Biggoron said placidly. “Happens to all us brothers, doesn’t it? I can’t really remember the whole death business, though, goro. I went to sleep and then woke up here.”
Anzu paused for a moment, trying to tamp down her frustration.
“But you’re not supposed to be here.”
“Of course I am,” Biggoron said. “This is where Gorons live, is it not? Run along now, Hylian. I have things to do, goro.”
“You just said you weren’t doing anything,” Anzu said.
In which Link orchestrates a jailbreak, Zelda commits treason, and the nerd herd loses a series of logic battles against a giant invisible ghost Goron.