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I didn't know when I became friends with Gyro Zeppelin, but clearly, it would come in handy later on throughout the race, whether it is for the power or for protection. I looked behind me, only seeing the same guy from earlier getting closer and closer to us, not slowing down nor speeding up.
"Shit... Hey! I'm sure you're thinking the same thing as I am, if we don't take down this idiot, he could surpass both of us!"
He looked behind us, glaring at the male who ran and ran, catching us off guard at how close he was to us, almost as if to mock us. The guy, once again, went on, yelling how much of a lucky person he was. "Now it's just laughable, he must be cockeyed."
Then, he looked to the side, almost as if talking to someone, or something. I looked back to the front, hearing the man behind me scream out to Gyro, "Yo! You! You two in the front! Is that all you can do? I proclaim, once I pass you, you will never be able to take the lead from me, Pocoloco."
This seems to peak the interest of Gyro, but not in a good way, no, it was more like he wanted to mock the man, to which he did, "did you say something? Were you talking into my ass? Because I can't hear anything with my ass."
"Move along, you cockeyed, you won't get anywhere near us," I joked, looking back forwards and ordering Thunder Realm to keep going.
"You better move. Fall behind, you freaks!"
I tried to ignore the dude, but he was, somehow, already in front of both me and Gyro, scaring us at how he managed to surpass both of us into first place.
"Amazing! Number seven hundred seventy seven flew out in front! His name is Pocoloco! From Georgia, twenty one years old, registered as Pocoloco! He passed Gyro to take the lead!
"Gyro's holding back! Gyro's holding back!"
" Keep steady," I whispered to Thunder, then I yelled out to Gyro, who was now running right next to me, nose to nose, "Keep going! The group is getting closer and closer!"
"Other racers from the back have also joined and are accelerating as well! They're flying!
"Gyro and [Y/N] are catching up! They're pulling and moving closer to Pocoloco!"
The announcer then went on at how foolish it was, and I could only agree with him. Running down hill could only come in great trouble. If any horse trips right now, we might all come rolling down all together.
"Running down hill... Utterly idiotic," I sighed, there was no way he could make it down the hill without at least one mistake being done. Unless he had luck on his side.
'There has to be something to make him trip. A rope or string... Or... Shit, if I do that, I could get disqualified quickly enough, and not to mention that Mountain Tim is said to be friends with the sheriff.'
