"So how do you feel about having countless clones of yourself?" Dry Bowser asked Waluigi as they saw an army of tennis racket wielding Waluigi smashing an Isabelle with countless stomps, with them being in the always sunny Delfino Plaza.
"Feels good, bonehead. I don't have to do much and I get to let out my anger via infinite versions of me!" Waluigi laughed, sitting on one of the wooden benches on the sandy beach alongside Dry Bowser, with the assist trophy chaos happening on the green pillars out towards the sea.
"Don't you feel slightly bad for her, though?" Dry Bowser pointed out as he sipped some pineapple juice out of a coconut. "I mean, all the stress of being playable... and to get this as your reward."
"Nyeh, she'll live. She used to be one of us." Waluigi yawned as he stretched his arms and then wrapped them around the back of his head. "I'm sure it'll pass over her fine. Like you said, she used to be one of us, and she's the one summoning this fantastic festival in the first place."
Dry Bowser was a bit confused until he squinted, to see that another Isabelle with different clothing was summoning the Waluigi army to beat up the other Isabelle, with the skeletal reptile being quite surprised as to why she would torture herself essentially.