Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27120173-20190113071131/@comment-27344811-20190116000224

Waluigi leans out the window. "Ey, uh, Wario."

"Eh?"

"Does this-"
 * Waluigi wave his hands to the apocalyptic Diamond City below. Red skies, black clouds, broken buildings, and lots of leather.

"Not concern you?"

Wario pours a glass of orange juice. "Eh, what do I care? We're both invincible and it doesn't-a matter what they get into. We still make the millions!"

"But if they're fighting an apocalypse-a, who's-a gonna buy you're microgames.

The glass of OJ fucking shatters because Wario clenched his fist, a look of anger on his face.

"COme on, then! Let's go and get those idiots back!" Wario makes a dash towards his garage.

"Aw, yeah!" Waluigi cackles as he grabs his trusty racket off the wall and slips on some biker gear.