ask—mintyzaki entered the race
the-candy-corn-kid entered the race
rancis-motherfluggers entered the race
askrancissugarrushkid entered the race
ask-sugar-spice-racer entered the race
When Turbo strides onto his game’s track, he isn’t pleased by what he finds. Just by getting a look at those walking heart attacks, he cringes—given his past experience with a select few, he was biased towards believing that the bunches were menaces, and far from sweet. Groaning softly, the racer plants his hands upon his hips, tapping his foot impatiently.
"SHEESH there’s a’lot’a ya. The heck d’ya even—UGH, never mind. What d’ya brats want? Yer wastin’ my precious Turbo-seconds over here!"