"Aw, man. Hope you can get that fixed. I got some extra parts incoming if you need some!" Douglas offered. It was a kind gesture, especially considering he could've easily taken advantage of the fact that Michael's machine was incomplete. But that would be a real jerk move, and Douglas liked to think he wasn't too big a jerk.<br/><br/>When another racer got slapped into the floor, they were swiftly left behind by the speed that Douglas' car was traveling at. Once again, he laughed, and gave a verbal message to the ones that were playing dirty. "Better luck next time," He chuckled out, giving a sarcastic salute with his machine's hand at an angle that would be visible to those left behind.<br/><br/>Michael's plan sounded good to him, and the added weight didn't bother his speed, so he agreed to it. "Yeah, that sounds good to me. Hold on tight, wouldn't want ya to fall." He added some extra force to his step, boosting his car just a little bit more. Some more flames escaped the exhaust ports, leaving some scorches on the ground below.