Luke looked around, reached into his sweater, and retrieved a box. On the box was Rick and Morty artwork, and the text, 'Rick And Morty Season 4' on the front.
"Tell no one." Luke whispered to the man as he handed him the priceless DVDs.
The man's eyes widened, and he grabs the dvd, "You got yourself a car."
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There was a man speaking through a loudspeaker, "All teams report to the main race course for event 1: course race!"
Luke, Jack, and Present stood by a gate. Jack was wearing the leather jacket the car dealer said was on the passenger seat. It was made of quality leather, and had DRIFT KING branded on the right breast of the jacket. The gate led to a deformed ring of tarmack people called a race circuit​, surrounded by miles of post apocolyptic wasteland disturbed by the occasional town or dead forest. The three turned and leaned against the fence the gate was a part of.
Jack huffed, then complained, "If I knew where we are, or what this course looked like, then we might have a chance at beating our rivals. But I have no idea where we are!" Luke started to stroll towards a pile of ruble. Jack continued, "Present, do you have any powers at all? You are a Pokemon you know."
"She's not a Pokeman." Luke answered.
Luke crouched down next to the pile of rubble, and pushed away dust and pebbles. Luke grabbed a piece of a brochure and walked back to Jack and Present.
"Luke," Jack asked, "do you even have a rough estimation of where we are?"
Luke studied the rubish he held in his hand, "Germany." He finally said. "And I can give you an exact location too."
Luke presented Jack with the brochure and pointed to the squiggly ring on the front.
"We're standing next to the friked up, son of a gun, dumdum, James May bane, all around hated, Sonic '06, no good, dirtbag of a race course... The Nurburgring!"
The Nurburgring has a shape that is similar to that of a fishhook, wider at the top, and indentations and spikes everywhere. Hated by top stars like James May for ruining cars by making them perfect for the track, but terrible as a normal car.
"Take this Jack," Luke demmanded, "Take it and race with it on the dashboard! Make the Rift League proud! That's the first time I ever called us that."
Jack grabbed the paper, nodded, and walked into the ring. Present was soon to follow, and Luke nearly had a stroke when he stepped onto unholy ground, but managed to make it to the team display stage.
A giant telescreen opposite the stage, inside of the track, on large stands activated. Other Luke in his white suit loomed tens of feet over the teams.his menacing gaze scanned the teams, and his gaze fell on the Rift League. He jumped in shock.
"What is that team?!" Other Luke asked in anger?
Luke was heard screaming from the crowd, "WE'RE THE 'DRIFT LEAGUE'!"
Jack and Present simultaneously facepalmed.
Other Luke spat away from the broadcasting camera, then frowned an evil frown, "Who's racing for your team?"
Jack stepped forward, "I am! The Drift King, back from the dead!"
The whole of 12 teams gasped at hearing this. Some murmuring was heard.
"He's a fake!"
"Is this real?"
"Didn't he vaporise or sumthin?"
