A dumb little car game I always play with my siblings whenever we're bored. Enjoy!
"One."
"Two, three." A tall, lanky man wearing a purple, long-sleeved shirt under his black overalls, with a matching purple cap with an upside-down 'L' on it, furrowed his eyebrows.
"Waluigi, two, three-ee," a shorter, chubbier man wearing a long-sleeved green shirt under his blue overalls, with a matching green cap with a plain 'L' on it, said in an Italian accent, a little annoyed.
"Heh. Four," was Waluigi's response. "Your turn, Luigi." The man, Luigi, nodded.
"Five." Waluigi thought for a moment before smirking.
"Six, seven," he said in a confident voice.
"Eight, nine." Waluigi growled at that.
"Errm... Ten?" Waluigi said, making it sound more like a question. Was he going to win?
"Eleven," Luigi shot back. Waluigi thought about his move thoroughly.
"If I say twelve, he might say thirteen, fourteen, and I'll lose... For the seventeenth time. If I say twelve, thirteen, he'll just say fourteen, and I'll lose for the seventeenth time... Ahh, I put myself in a corner!" Waluigi thought bitterly.
"Twelve, thirteen, fourteen!" he snapped. Luigi glared at him.
"You're only allowed to say two numbers for the max!" he pointed it. Waluigi sneered.
"So? I'm your mortal enemy! And I cheat!" Luigi growled and Waluigi growled back.
"Just-a say someteeng!" Luigi and Waluigi looked towards a huge toadstool. There stood a short, chubby man with a long-sleeved red shirt under his blue overalls, with a matching red cap with an 'M' on it. His arms were crossed, and he looked interested into the little game the two enemies were playing.
"Fine Mario. Twelve," Waluigi said angrily. Luigi smirked.
"Thirteen, fourteen." The taller man groaned in disgust.
"Fifteen. You cheated!" he accused, pointing at him. Luigi shook his head and started to argue with him.
"I didn't cheat. The good side always wins!" Waluigi cackled as he bobbed him on the head.
"The good also die young! GET OVER HERE!!" Luigi ran away, with Waluigi closely chasing him. Mario clicked his tongue.
"I never shoulda showed 'em the game," he mumbled as he walked away from the spot.
"I'm gonna play with Wario. He's always fun to anger," Mario thought excitedly as he began to quicken his pace. "Especially when he has no idea how to play Fifteen."
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