Maybe, some day, Waluigi will drop the act and just be himself. What thrill is there in being an asshole, an annoyance, a jerk? He’s nothing more than Luigi clone that went wrong, a little too much of one chromosome or another. Are crotch chops really the only way he can express himself?
Maybe it’s time he un-gels his moustache, hits the links with his buds, and drop the charade.
“I think I like you more this way, Waluigi,” Dry Bones mentions.
“You know what?” Waluigi asks, “Just call me Wally. I think it…suits me better now.”