Chapter Five: No Gods, No Limits, No Breadsticks
The waiter finally came back with the drinks. It was enough time for the two of them to have decided what to order.
Waluigi decided to go with the classic: spaghetti and meatballs. Wario on the other hand, ordered the Tour of Italy, which consisted of chicken parmigiana, lasagna classico and fettuccine alfredo. Waluigi was a little bothered that Wario ordered a more expensive item, but the bulk of the order was still going to be paid for with the gift card, so he let it slide.
There were the complimentary breadsticks that were set down a few moments after Wario had stolen the bowtie. Waluigi grabbed one and munched on it while the order was sent back to the kitchen. Wario was also gnawing on one.
"Mm, not bad." He said while chewing.
"Don't you have any class, Wario?"
"Not really."
Waluigi knew this was an uphill battle if he started nitpicking and telling Wario about manners. He figured it was better to ignore it and think of something else to pass the time before the food arrived.
It was rather busy that night, so it was a good chance that it might be twenty or thirty minutes before their orders would be done. On the bright side, it gave Waluigi a chance to soak in the atmosphere of the restaurant. Although he soon found himself bored and stared at the wall, until he glanced over and saw that there were two more bread baskets in front of Wario. They were both empty.
The waiter seemed to be running back and forth with baskets in each hand. He'd pick up the empty baskets, and place the refills in front of Wario. Wario, the endless blackhole that he was, gobbled all of the breadsticks faster than Waluigi could process. Wario would burp, then say "More," and the waiter would once again scramble to repeat the process.
Waluigi watched this all unfold before him. He felt bad for the waiter, it was the same guy who had his bow tie stolen. And yet, he didn't know how to stop it. He didn't know if he could stop it. He knew that Olive Garden had unlimited breadsticks, but he wondered if they'd regret that policy after seeing Wario's wrath.
It seemed that this was Wario's method of coping with long waiting times for food. Waluigi tried counting how many baskets were finished but he lost track after the fifth or sixth back and forth the waiter made as the amount of baskets he carried per trip kept increasing.
Wario kept eating with no hesitation. There was no break in his pace, no falter in his actions. It was rhythmatic, like he knew the pattern all too well. There was beauty in this act, the motions were swift and concise. But at the same time it was kind of sad and also really gross. Crumbs were flying everywhere and the weird noises from Wario were disturbing and kept increasing with volume as he ate.
Several more minutes and the extent of Wario's wreckage was a table full of crumbs and empty baskets. At last it seemed the beast was tamed. He left out a hefty burp that Waluigi wished he timed because it lasted just that long. He seemed satisfied with himself.
After all that had unraveled before Waluigi, the waiter had come out with their meals.
"Oh the food's here! About time!" Wario said, not acknowledging all of what had just happened.
Waluigi hoped he still had the stomach to eat after witnessing the human storm known as Wario.
