You were hard at work in the local garages, tuning up karts, fixing exhaust pipes, sealing fuel pipe leaks, and buffing the bike’s paint jobs. It was a nice job, especially now that the karting tournament has gone world wide. You were just working on the brakes of a kart when somone pulls into the shop and parks their kart.

He was a tall, young, dark brunette man with a black moustache, he wore a green shirt, dark blue overalls with gold buttons, a green hat with an L, and dark brown shoes. You soon realise that this is the one and only Luigi in your garage. He looks at you nervously but with an earnest smile.

“Hello! Do you-a mind fixing my kart? I uhh…mighta span out and bashed the front bumper too hard.”