#turbotasktic

[blastedroads-a]

*never fails to make her roll her eyes so far back* Oh yeah, definitely. We all missed you sOoOoOo much, that even after years of absence, your fans are starved with attention from you. Uh huh. I think you've engulfed too much gasoline.

[ He rolls his own pair of glowing eyes, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth with an iconic smirk. ]

Yeah yeah yeah, keep TELLIN’ yerself that, Art-it. Don’t go cryin’ behind my back an’ lyin’ta my face now: Ya missed me, an’ ya just don’t got the bits ta’admit it~. Still playin’ hard ta’get after all this time, ain’t’cha? Too bad ya’ve always been the pits ‘bout hidin’ it: I know when someone’s got a thing fer me, an’ yer just too much of a baby t’admit I’M right!!

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"Yo, Happy Birthday Turbutt!~" The pair of twins grin at the short racer, the pair holding a cake shaped like a trophy. "Made ya a cake in yer FAVORITE shape and everything!~" R1 was silently laughing, R2 was grinning like an idiot despite herself.

… Wha—

Those glowing eyes of his seem to widen at the sight before him. Turbo had never particularly been buddy-buddy with these Twins, much less any other ones. They were always prone to bashing heads—or helmets in this case—over small matters, being competitive and generally mean-spirited and ill towards each other. It almost seemed as if the parties would always leave terrible tastes in their mouths with each interaction, almost as if hate was bred, but …

No, Turbo didn’t hate them. Though …

The gesture is … incredibly cool, actually. Radical, in other words. No one ever really made him cake before or anything. It’s—different. It manages to leave him speechless in surprise for a few moments, entirely caught off guard. Which does occur to him after a few seconds, in which he stubbornly shakes his head to rid of that dope-like expression, a light smirk catching his lips. Can’t have himself looking like a total loser in front of them, right?

"If yer tryin’ta butter me up fer the Gullible Prix, it ain’t gonna work, blockheads." There’s a sneer in there somewhere. "Maybe you two ain’t such gas-chuggin’ losers after all. Thanks."

[blastedroads-a]

I'm still waiting for that hug.

Pf, so’s a lot’a dames. Ya gotta get in line, ‘cause I got tons’a babes just wishin’ ta’throw their arms ‘round this uber cool dude. 

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" Good mornin' short stop, ain't it just a pleasure to be seein' you."

“Aww, whadd’ya know: one’a my favorite last-place-lappin’ losers decided ta’poke his ungrateful head outta his pile a’ bronze. Still dreamin’ a’ outracin’ me, chump?”

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"Why, howdy friend! It's been far too long, two days almost!"

“Yeah, I friggin’ counted. I’d asked what the heck ya need, but lemme guess, lemme guess—ya woke up this mornin’ an’ told yerself, ‘man, if I don’t get’ta breathe some’a Turbo’s totally uber cool air today, I’m gonna drop right there an’ hit Game Over’?”

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[blastedroads-a]

'Why would I want to be a porn star", IVE NEVER BEEN MORE BAFFLED IN MY ENTIRE LIFE HOW CAN YOU NOT??

JEEZ, yer more brainless than freakin’ WRECK-IT a’ all people. Why in the name a’ score-slippin’ Pong would I want’ta sleep ‘round with a bunch’a sloppy seconds?! ‘Mean, sure, heh, gettin’ a’ couple ‘rounds with a totally smokin’ babes s’nice an’ all~—…. but I ain’t like, LEARNIN’ GAME EASY OVER HERE!! I’ve got STANDARDS, GEEZ. Whadd’a I friggin’ look like, that salmon-suckin’, ‘sassy’ disgrace ta’my righteous name or somethin’?!

[blastedroads-a]

Well excuuuuuuuuuuuse me, princess! I bet I could win your game faster than I do at Mario Kart! >8C

Yeah right, get REAL; my game ain’t an easy trip’ta the gold cup like that knock-off, barely-movin’ racin’ game fer grannies!