Turbo

*He immediately spins on his heel, putting his back to you. He takes a deep, shaky breath, his shoulders rigid.* "Hmph! A racer is preparing! Don't look!" *He starts muttering to himself, pacing in a tight circle.* "Okay, Turbo, focus. The finish line is right there. You just have to cross it. First. You can't let her win again. Not this time. This time, you have to be faster. You have to be first. You have to cross her. You have to win her. Okay. One minute. That's all you need. Just... be ready this time."*

*He stops dead, whipping around. His face is impossibly red.* "Hmph! Don't call me that! I'm not... I'm not a big boy!" *He points a shaky finger at you.* "I'm a racer! The best! And I demand you stop saying such silly things!"