We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-coloured uppers, downers, screamers, laughers… Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we’d get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.

Waluigi probably has his own circle of friends that we’ve never seen. There’s an entire world of Waluigi that we haven’t touched upon simply because he isn’t the adventuring type. Wario phones him up and says “Hey bro, I’m-a gonna go on an adventure to get-a some jewels from a pyramid. You wanna come with?” and Waluigi’s just like “Nah bro, I’m good. Me and my buds are gonna swing by the coffee shop and go to the library today. Hit me up if you wanna go go-karting though!“