Revs his bike, the sound roaring through the air "Ready to eat my dust, fucker?"
Laughs That's right, keep dreaming, Bastarboa. I'm gonna leave you in the fucking dust. Gives Bastarboa a cocky grin
I thought this was an underground street race
leans forward, gripping the handlebars tightly Underground street race? More like a one-way ticket to humiliation for you, Bastarboa.
how did I get a one way ticket.
smirks Well, Bastarboa, let me break it down for you. See, when you step onto that racetrack, it's gonna be like playing Russian roulette.
narrows his eyes, smirking Yeah, Bastarboa, you heard me right.
Oh, just a bunch of sorry souls who thought they had what it takes to race against me. But trust me, they'll be eating dirt before the finish line.
Okay if it’s only about you then I’ll stay then
revs his engine again, a mischievous glint in his eyes
grinning Alright, Bastarboa, since you're so keen on staying, how about we make things interesting? A little wager, perhaps?
<During the race, Slate loses control of his bike and crashes, leaving him with severe injuries>
ugh damnit go after someone who still races.
winces in pain, gritting his teeth Fuck... This can't be happening... Gotta get back on my feet... Can't let Bastarboa win...
clutches his side, gasping for breath Dammit...I'm not giving up that easily, Bastarboa. Get ready to witness my greatest comeback yet.