Waluigi stretched his arms about while taking a good look around him while in New York's bustling Times Square area around Manhattan, with there being surprisingly little tourists due to the fact that it was raining on and off, with it pouring harshly whenever it had the chance. Course, if the weather wasn't enough of a damper for Waluigi, it was the fact that he had competition from other food vendors because it's fucking New York City you idiot.
"You think I don't know that dumbass?" Waluigi grumbled while preparing various different tacos with his shifty technique, having homed his skills with a defensive flare as he finished it up. "I could be cheating out suckers for all their dough to buy new equipment for those sporting stadiums I've seen around here... and yet no 1 will come!"
"Have you taken account of the fact that plenty of folks don't like getting wet?" Arceus calmly noted, for the llama liked Pokemon God was strolling through without a care of getting soaked by the raining event currently happening.
Waluigi snarled as he motioned the godly pocket monster away. "Like you know anything about running a business, now go lord over an ark or something."
Waluigi had his taco stand in the fiery reaches of the Grumble Volcano, where he had his clones chucking stale tacos at the racers going by as Dry Bowser watched from the top of a nearby volcano, deciding to use one of the glider ramps to glide his way towards the purple clothed salesman of tacos, holding the airplane shaped glider with both of his bony hands as the reptile approached the stand that was slowly catching on fire.
"Don't you have anything better to do than to have these deformed versions of yourself causing chaos?" Dry Bowser questioned as he was suddenly attacked by a bunch of other Waluigi copies.
"Eh, it's kind of my thing to act this way, but since I have to run a business, I just have my shoddy doppelgangers here take care of it." Waluigi explained as he placed some garlic on a stale bacon filled taco, causing a portal to open and spit up more of the Waluigi army as he chucked the taco back into the red molten magma behind him, wrapping his lanky arms around the back of his head. "That's just how live is. I don't have to be a dick, but I do get to make a living!"
Waluigi was looking at the word count while making some tacos.
"When is this going to be fixed up?" Waluigi asked. "Probably never knowing me. Of course."
"Well is there any reason you're grouchy?"
"Yes and I'll tell you exactly why, it's because that goddamn hot sauce really left a dent in my otherwise wonderful plans," Waluigi muttered in such a disgruntled tone, for it made him grit his teeth. "First I had to get a new pair of overalls so I could have myself more presentable, and now I gotta fix up my own friggin' stand that I myself wrecked through my stupidity. Obviously I'm going to be pissed."
Waluigi ate a taco.
"Wah, this is so stupid." Waluigi moaned.
"Maybe to you, but not the readers."
"That's because they're morons." Waluigi droned on.