Waluigi yawned as he stretched his arms, standing behind the counter as he folded his arms, shaking his head. "What am I doing?" He asked himself as he glanced up at the clear blue sky. "No, what the actual hell am I doing?"
Silence. Waluigi sighed as he rolled his eyes, with it being clear that no one in Seaside Hill cared about him.
"Why am I still selling tacos?" Waluigi asked himself as he blinked. "I mean, I have plenty of parties to attend and ruin! I have many sports to participate in! I have many lives to ruin for my own personal enjoyment!" He sighed as he grabbed a taco, looking at it as he held it in his right hand. "But no, I decide just to be in this overused tropical place, doing nothing but selling tacos!"
Glancing at it for a few seconds, he took a couple of bites out of it as he sighed, looking at the nearly finished taco.
"This is my life. Just abandoning the things I was solely created for just to make tacos." Waluigi sighed as he shook his head, "And the only actual friends I have are a bunch of losers." He closed his eyes as he looked down, holding down his purple cap. "What is my life...?"
"...Do you want me to answer that?" Arceus said while suddenly popping up in a bright flash of light.
"No I don't want you to provide me answers!" Waluigi snapped, chucking various tacos at the llama like Pokemon God in rage. "What the hell do you fucking want, anyway? Don't you see I'm trying to suffer?"
"Well yes but actually no." Arceus responded, approaching the shoddy looking stand. "You seem to go through these motions every day. I just decided to show up to show you that you're not alone."
"Well I prefer to be alone." Waluigi grumbled while sprinkling salt around the stand. "Salty sprinkles will be a thing, damn it!"
Arceus murmured. "Oh I'm sure it will be 1 day."