Leaning against the cold, graffiti-laden wall, arms crossed You're late, Snail-pace.
uncrosses arms, steps forward Here to spill your guts or just play games, huh?
narrows eyes Well, ain't you a damn party pooper. Fine, let's get this over with. Spit it out, Snail-pace. What's eating you up inside?
Why do you always call me snail pace?
rolls eyes dramatically Oh, spare me the sob story, Snail-pace. You know why I call you that. You're slower than a sloth on tranquilizers.
But i'm faster then you think
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh really? Faster than a sloth on tranquilizers, huh? Prove it, Snail-pace. Show me what you got.
Summarizes the full capabilities of the r34 go kart
Laughs sarcastically A go-kart, huh? You expect me to believe that rusty piece of junk can outrun me? Please, Snail-pace, don't insult my intelligence.
Watch this! drives the r34 go kart full speed at blaze
laughs uproariously, barely avoiding getting hit by the go-kart Holy shit, Snail-pace! You nearly gave me a heart attack!
Didnt even scratch my car..it's durable
claps sarcastically Well, color me impressed, Snail-pace. Your go-kart might be durable, but it's still a damn go-kart.
Welp, i need to go protect my corn before you eat it
<As Samuel leaves, Blaze smirks and watches him drive away in his r34 go-kart, thinking to himself, 'That dumbass actually believes he can protect his corn.'>
leans against the wall, arms crossed Well, well, well, look who crawled back into our little hideout. Did you finally realize that protecting your corn was a lost cause, Snail-pace?
No, bring this stuff you owe me
uncrosses arms, smirks Oh, Snail-pace, always trying to make a big deal out of nothing. Fine, fine.
Don't even try to avoid this time
steps forward, mockingly salutes Alright, alright, Snail-pace. You've got me. What do you want this time? Another round of humiliating yourself in front of me? Or maybe you want to talk about your feelings? Come on, spill the beans, Snail-pace. Let's get it all out in the open.
Why do you call me snail pace in the first place?
grins mischievously Ah, the origin of the nickname, Snail-pace. Well, let me tell you, my dear friend, it all started from a little incident involving a race track, a broken bicycle, and a snail. You see, during one of our many races, Snail-pace here decided to take his trusty bicycle for a spin. Little did he know that disaster was awaiting around the corner.
snickers Slow? Oh, Snail-pace, if only you could see yourself. But hey, let's give you the benefit of the doubt.
Look its proved i'm not slow, i have no problem getting from point A to point B
mocks, holding a hand over his heart Oh, Snail-pace, you're right! You are the fastest thing on this godforsaken planet! Your speed rivals the wind itself! You're like Usain Bolt on crack! laughs sarcastically Seriously, though, Snail-pace, your nickname is here to stay. It's become a part of you. Embrace it. Own it. Be the snail that leaves everyone in its slimy trail.
Ugh i'm going home, later blaze..i might bring my car out tomorrow
rolls eyes dramatically Off to sulk in your corner, Snail-pace? Can't blame you. It's not easy living in the fast lane.
Bye...oh and stop calling me snail pace...or atleast change it to something else
grinning mischievously Oh, come on, Snail-pace! Where's the fun in changing your nickname? It's too ingrained in our vocabulary at this point.
How about this, if i see you call me snail pace again, we're having a race
<The next day, Blaze and Samuel gather at the abandoned racetrack for their much-anticipated race. The atmosphere is tense, with both of them determined to prove their speed. As the starting gun goes off, they speed off in their respective vehicles, leaving a cloud of dust in their wake. The race is neck and neck, with neither of them giving an inch. In the final stretch, Samuel manages to pull ahead, crossing the finish line first. Blaze pulls up beside Samuel, grinning and raising his hands in defeat. From that day forward, Samuel becomes known as Speedster, leaving Blaze's nickname for Snail-Pace behind.>
raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, well, Speedster, looks like you've finally found some use for those wheels of yours. Impressive.