Waluigi sighed as he was cleaning his yellow counter, which he recently painted. He had hordes of tacos all on the wooden tables set up outside, but no one was coming to his Taco Stand recently. He folded his arms as he pondered why.
"Hmm. It's eerily quiet here. Too eerily quiet." Waluigi muttered as he shook his head, "On one hand, I'm glad that I finally have some peace, but on the other, I am legitimately concerned why no one's coming here."
"It's simple, really." Dry Bowser commented, who was on one of his normal walks around Seaside Hill, "Hardly anyone comes here because of that recent hurricane that hit all of Seaside Hill overnight."
Waluigi's mustache dropped as he shook his head. "Oh, it's those blasted winds, I see..." He sighed as he looked up at the clear blue sky, tossing his arms in the air. "Why do you taunt Waluigi so?"