The island was stocked up with weapons and supplies and most importantly explosives.

An entire army of Piranha Plants, most of them imported after the destruction of Petey Piranha, filled the grasslands.

And inside the same makeshift castle he always made his stay in, was none other than the great Waluigi himself.

Nabbit dashed into the castle and bowed before Waluigi. “I’m here, what’s up, what’s happening, do you have anything for me?”

“Report. Is the world still at peace?”

“Yep. Nothing bad happening. Not much conflict. Well, World 4 and World 6 are in a trade war. Not a real war. Just tariffs and stuff. Hurting their economies though. we can’t do much about that. Sad.”

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“Waaahahahahaaaaa... Good....” Waluigi clasped his fingers together. “It will finally be time to make my mark on the planet Earth, then.”

“Yeah, definitely,” Nabbit said. “I’m rooting for you. I’ve been rooting for you. I really believe in you. Pretty obvious when you think about it.”

Waluigi ignored him. “It is almost time for my secret operation to commence. Codename: Purple Strike! Waaaaaaaahaaaaaaaah!”

“Waaaahaah, yeah. Pretty cool stuff. Really excited. When are we starting it? Is the purple named after you or me? Since we’re still purple.”

Once again, Waluigi didn’t reply. He knew how to avoid getting trapped in Nabbit conversations. The last thing he wanted to do was get in a three-hour back-and-forth that went nowhere.

The answer to that question of when, though? Waluigi knew it well. It was tomorrow. He was no longer holding back. The world would be his.

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