"Wah..." Waluigi sighed in disappointment as he had his hands on jis face, watching the others play tennis on the green grassy field as Dry Bowser turned to him.
"What's wrong with you?" Dry Bowser asked as he folded his bony arms together.
"Smash... I'm a dumb assist trophy again," Waluigi moped as his mustache dropped.
Dry Bowser scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "So? What's wrong with not exactly being on the field-"
"It's the third time in a row!" Waluigi snapped as he chucked his purple tennis racket in the air, which landed on Luigi as it knocked him out cold. "Don't you know how annoying it is to be reduced to the same dumb role every time?"
"...no, I wouldn't, because I don't get involved in those stupid brawls," Dry Bowser pointed out as he placed his right bony hand on Waluigi's shoulder. "Sounds like you just need to make the most of it and bear it. It'll be over soon."
"I sure as hell hope you're right," Waluigi grumbled as he watched Spike get spiked by the Chain Chomp, with Dry Bowser brushing back his red hair as he knew that tennis wasn't going to cheer up the lanky man in purple clad tennis gear.