"...how long have we been going?" Squidward asked, feeling exhausted. "Feels like forever."

Waluigi panted as he briefly took his purple cap off, rubbing his head. "For more than three years. It's ridiculous." He grumbled in annoyance.

Waluigi and Squidward have long since left the grape field, with the two in what appeared to be white space as there was nothing except the pure empty white void.

"This is some adventure." Squidward grumbled as he folded his arms, stopping. "The author doesn't write anything about us and just leaves us in a boring one shot."

"Tell me about it." Waluigi commented as he began massaging his mustache. "To think my Motor Oil company and Taco Stand are going to waste while I'm out here, not being used to my full potential..."

As the two lanky figures kept complaining, they suddenly started falling, falling right into an erupting volcano, which was surrounded all around by bright red molten magma. Waluigi and Squidward both screamed as they hung on tightly to each other, landing in the scorching fire below. Course they had zero idea that they were being watched under a close eye by Dry Bowser, who had decided to leave behind the bustle of Bikini Bottom to see the point of this story.

"Oh there's no point to this fanfiction." Dry Bowser spoke while feeling various bubbles go through his hollow ribs. "It's just that we might as well fill it with quality you know."