[ 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.
[ 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.
[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.
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[Literally, he might just try to shove the arachne in his car and drive off.]
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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.
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There is that. You just wait, and eat those words.