"MY dad?" Michael asked, his hair turning dark blue in worry. His dad was famous!  For multiple things! And Michael did not want this to flavour their views on him! And mostly that put unneeded stress on him.<br/><br/>It was then, the black machine appeared, landing in font of Michael's machine, trying to be cool like. Michael's machine gave it a big goofy wave with it's flipper like arms. "Hi ya!" Michael smiled. When the machine ran off, he broke into laughter alongside Douglas. "Pffthahahahah! What a loser!" He grinned, attaching the magnetic ends of the flippers to the car. "Hangan'!"<br/><br/>He admitted, he was GLAD there was finally someone faster, this was getting boring!<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Gerald smirked, appearing to have made the lady mad. "Sorry, girly. But I'm thinking....is everybody in this race shit, or EXTRA shit?" he asked, his machine turning backwards to view those he left in his wake. "..Actually, can't be the first one. I know<span style="font-style: italic">some oone</span>who'se jsut extra shit...infact...time to knock him OUT!" He yelled, boosting to the left, not stopping the boost...<br/><br/>...until he slammed into Michael.<br/><br/>"HI!"<br/>"WHAT THE HELL."<br/><br/>Michael screame as he was thrown off the car. "That was easy." Gerald pouted, jumping back into the sky to fly off....the circular magnet f Michael's machine slamming into him, slamming him into the car. Michael retracted the chain that attached the magnet to the rest of the arm, allowing him to zip back onto the care. "YOU'RE A JERK." He fumed, stomping Gerald's machine.