Waluigi stretched his legs as he gave out a big yawn after having made various different flavored tacos with the reaches of the doubly Sweet Canyon off in the distance to the east, with the sugary sweets contrasting with the tacos he made as he ate 1 up on the spot. "Wah... that was a long batch that I made."
"How come you always put yourself into such a strain for making tacos?" Dry Bowser questioned as he was piling up a bunch of pancakes nearby on the cinnamon floor that they were on.
"Because it gives me enough strength to stay in shape for the sports." Waluigi explained as he pulled out his tennis racket, twirling the purple colored sports equipment around as he stuffed it into a taco shell. "And I like being in pain because it encourages me to be a dick!"
"...That doesn't sound encouraging at all." Dry Bowser remarked while pouring some maple syrup on the pancake tower, watching it flop from the sugary substance cover it too much.
"Wah, you'll see. The world never understands me anyway..." Waluigi groaned as he decided to just eat his tacos and call it a night.
Dry Bowser shrugged and decided to continue doing his cooking. "Whatever makes you feel better at night."