Waluigi has finished making a new batch of tacos as he looked out of his stand in Seaside Hill, to see that no one was there. Waluigi sighed, closing his eyes as he shook his head in disappointment.
"So when I have old batches of tacos left to rot, I attract customers." Waluigi mumbled as he folded his arms, shaking his head. "But when I make fresh new batches, there isn't a single soul to be found."
Silver The Hedgehog walked past by the taco stand, munching on a salty, soggy pretzel he brought from Relicanth. "Well, maybe if you were actually nicer, you would get more returning customers."
"Shut up, pothead!" Waluigi growled as he tossed a taco at Silver's head. "You don't tell me what to do!"
Silver shrugged as he shook his head. "Suit yourself."
Back at the soggy pretzel stand in the same tropical place, the rock and water type fish Pokemon murmured as he looked up, with it starting to rain as the fading sun was replaced with storm clouds.
"Something tells me that Waluigi is not having a fine day," Relicanth said to himself as he shook his head and fired a bunch of water attacks at a bunch of freshly baked pretzels he made to make them soggy.
Waluigi was watching his clones making tacos as he was sitting with Dry Bowser. The difference between the real Waluigi and his copies is that he had his regular cap whereas his lookalikes all were wearing sombreros, with it being appropriate given they were in the Kalamari Desert, being right by the infamous trains going around in a loop.
"So, how long has this been going on?" Dry Bowser asked as he was polishing his bones, which were becoming dusty from the desert's dust.
"Being in this wasteland?" Waluigi responded as he brushed back his handsome brown hair. "A couple of hours, four I think. I can't remember, honestly."
"Well I don't blame you. Having copies of yourself working around the shift while you get a break... well, it can certainly stretch you thin, literally."
"If I had an extra bone for every time I heard that..."