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[aboyandhiscar]

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[aboyandhiscar]

What do you take me for, Pop Fox? Those sorts are rickety, but they hold up. [Probably more of the Mama Boy's or Weekend Warrior's style, though, too old fashioned for Burners' tastes]

[He laughs to himself at Stan's slip up, but doesn't comment. Like Mike can really judge on that front.]

Yeah? Might have to ask him to show his stuff. Me, you, and your bro in a race. Not sure if I could win with double trouble on my tail.

[kolus]

[ Stan chuckles. Ford would probably hate that nickname. ] Yeah... That'd be somethin', [ he says wistfully. ] He's been pretty busy with his research. Probably for the better; if you can pry that journal from him long enough to race, you'll both be eatin my dust.

[aboyandhiscar]

That a challenge? Hows about I drag him over the next time we cross?

[Literally, he might just try to shove the arachne in his car and drive off.]

[kolus]

[ Oh, Mike. You underestimate what a stick in the mud Brother Fox can be. He can't imagine Ford having any interest in something so 'trivial' as a race, time 'wasted' that could be spent working. ]

You really think it'll be that easy, huh? Heh. Alright, Motor Mutt. [ Trying for the impossible here, kid. ]

At least you won't have to lose in front of an audience.

[aboyandhiscar]

[Even if he fails it makes for a good story. He laughs over the radio, genuine and excited to basically try and abduct an old man. I mean it's not like he hasn't done it before.]

There is that. You just wait, and eat those words.