Douglas' vehicle shook a little when Michael's racer landed on top of it. The robot inside looked up through the protective barrier, and from it, Douglas' voice rang out. "Hah! Sure thing, kid. Hold on!" He playfully warned, pushing down on the pedal a bit more to make up for the added weight. The vertical boosters on the back of the car let out some mostly decorative flames, which took on the vague shape of a bird's wings thanks to the position and intensity of the fire.<br/><br/>That was just one little detail he made sure to include when putting the thing together.<br/><br/>He looked to the side when he heard Skrak, making his own machine give a little two-fingered salute. He moved a bit closer to avoid impacting the back of another racer that was ahead of him, not even turning to look at them as he passed them up. The explosion caught him a little off-guard, and after another look back over his shoulder, he started laughing again. He was sure that it hadn't been a racer, and on the off-chance it was, there were eject buttons and paramedics to help out. If nobody was hurt in an explosion, they were pretty much the coolest thing ever.<br/><br/>It was pretty obvious that he was having the time of his life.