Carts and bikes zipped around Luigi's circuit race track. It was the final lap and Waluigi was in the lead. He was dodging bananas and green shells like his life depended on it. He was nearing the finish line when a blue shell hit his bike and thrust him backwards. He recovered quickly but it was too late; Luigi was in the lead. Luigi won the race and Waluigi came in close second
Waluigi stopped his bike: an action that would normally be performed with ease, but the tires skidded slightly and the bike began to wobble. Luckily, Waluigi- being the fast and capable man that he is- managed to hop off his motorcycle before it completely toppled over. Oho no, he thought, I guess the brakes were-a worn down from the rough and heated racing session.
The other racers followed suit, all dismounting their carts and bikes and breaking off into amicable chatter. Waluigi noticed Birdo looking his way once again as she appeared to be chatting with her friend Yoshi.
She harbored a poorly concealed infatuation for Waluigi. But, alas, despite Birdo's stunning features Waluigi, could not see himself with the pink temptress, no, he had eyes for another.
This 'other ' just happened to be in Waluigi's line of sight at the moment, his brown work boots hitting the dusty surface of the road and his beauty of a mustache bristling in the wind.
Luigi- the one Waluigi so wholeheartedly desired.
Waluigi couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to gaze into those shining blue eyes while being held by the plumbers' strong and gentle arms. Ohohoho! how Waluigi would love to run his fingers through that slick, soft mustache that sat on his upper lip like a seductive caterpillar.
Realizing he was staring at his desired one, he yanked himself out of his fantasies and made an effort to concentrate on something less... Sexy. Unfortunately this proved too difficult as he was swept into another daydream in which he is ripping off those wonderful overalls so as to caress every inch of skin that- wah! Luigi was looking directly at him.
Shyly, Waluigi looked away, trying to formulate a quick escape route without looking too suspicious so as to avoid an awkward confrontation. But it was too late; the next thing he knew, Luigi was sauntering over. There was clearly a deep look of intent in his eyes.
This was it. No escape. No racing away on his bike this time; Waluigi had to face his desire right then and there.
"That-a racing was-a," Waluigi stuttered, his words spilling from his mouth like creamed corn from the bowl in the lap of an elderly man who just drifted off into his last and most peaceful sleep- ending his journey softly and definitely entering the void that we all someday retreat to, " a- very good racing. You are-a very fast."
"Thank you , when I'm racing the world is a different place. I just have to get in the zone and its... Luigi time."
Waluigi gasps and says under his breath "I wouldn't mind some Luigi time"
Luigi looked at him with a knowing smirk,
Waluigi blushed as he realized that he had just revealed his innermost desire out loud, in front of the one he loves.
"Luigi likes what he sees"
Waluigi's overalls tightened as Luigi spoke in his mystical voice.
Is this really happening he thought to himself.
"SOOO" Luigi interjected. "How will a you get back home?"
Waluigi looked at his bike. He saw it lying at the finish line beaten and spent. His face dropped into a frown.
Luigi took notice of his mourning and the tragic scene that was displayed before them.
"Why don't we take a ride. There's-a-room for two in my cart"