Waluigi sighed as he was in his private mansion somewhere in the sandy Dry Dry Ruins racecourse, overlooking the racecourse from the west as he sipped some coffee, being on the balcony of his bedroom on the highest floor of the mansion as it was nighttime, the lanky tall purple man sighing. Dry Bowser came by, being in a doctor's uniform.

"You know, that story you told those Kremling kids on DK Island was pretty stupid." Dry Bowser commented as he faced Waluigi.

Waluigi sighed as he nodded his head, placing down his cup of coffee as he stretched his arms, turning his head to Dry Bowser. "Well I had to think of something on the spot. Besides, would anyone actually take the concept of you as a doctor seriously?"

Dry Bowser looked at himself in the mirror, turning his attention back to Waluigi as he scoffed, folding his skeletal arms together. "Well, it's not like anyone is taking you seriously."

"...The sad thing is that you're exactly right." Waluigi remarked dully as he sipped his coffee, shaking his head. "It hurts being an anti version of a crappy pallet swap..."

"That's the cruelity of life for you." Dry Bowser responded as he left Waluigi to contemplate his life, with Dry Bowser jumping in his Piranha Prowler and zipping towards the east to the Dry Dry Ruins race track, with Waluigi watching as he placed his right hand on his chin, pondering about his purpose in life.