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 lanky man with purple attire, blue on the side of his eyes and an upside down L. His moustache was pointy and cartoonish. This guy is obviously Waluigi, the infamous opposite version of Luigi who is left out of quite a bit. His clambered out of his kart and towards you, slightly towering over you.

“Hey Mechanic man! My kart got hit by a flurry of shells and my back bumper came off. Mind fixing it?”