Waluigi opened his eyes as he looked around, rubbing the back of his head with his right hand. It was another slow day at his taco stand in Seaside Hill.
"I'm not having as many customers as I used to." Waluigi grumbled as he folded his arms. "It must be that stupid old Relicanth and his soggy pretzels stealing my business."
"Or," Dry Bowser interrupted as he was resting on top of a nearby palm tree, "Maybe it's because you treat your customers like crap and it puts them off from coming here."
"What?" Waluigi snapped as he shook his right fist at Dry Bowser, holding three tacos in his left hand. "No! It's just that they're sick of having tacos constantly!" After a few seconds, he growled as he tucked his purple cap down. "Oh who am I kidding, you're right."
Dry Bowser rolled his eyes as he folded his skeletal arms together, with Waluigi moping as there was not a single customer around.