As Quick As They Come

We have a road now!

“Yeah well it’s kind of a recent addition y’know and uh I don’t think Crash cares too much about things like roads. Hes not a road kinda guy!” Quick shrugged, figuring that was a good an answer as any. The only thing he got out of it was that if Nitro wanted it that bad he obviously wasn’t doing a good enough job at asking. Nitro: Second Place in Everything!

Nitro held his tongue from clarifying that he’d not thought Crash would tell him because he was excited about a road himself, but for the stuntbot’s sake. Knowing ‘the destroyer’ though, Crash was probably furious with him for being gone as long as he had. He wasn’t looking forward to THAT conversation.

“Nah. Nobody here. Except maybe the ones that float? But they don’t count. And I guess it could be used to keep us inside...” He shrugged but grinned when Nitro responded to his question, looking genuinely interested in his answer.

“Oh? Nice, nice,” quick said flatly, only somewhat thoughtfully. “Nine countries in the last year. That’s a lot for someone on wheels. Must be exciting.” He didn’t mind the bragging. He also didn’t want to make Nitro feel bad about the fact that, well, he was kind of limited by those two wheels. He should be supportive.

For someone on wheels, huh? Nitro bristled at the comment, but his smile was unwavering. “Yeah. It IS a lot.” He agreed defensively. Nitro knew for a fact that the Wilybots had been pretty much stuck on the island for over a year now, likely tearing themselves apart out of boredom.

“Yeah well it’s kind of a recent addition y’know and uh I don’t think Crash cares too much about things like roads. Hes not a road kinda guy!” Quick shrugged, figuring that was a good an answer as any. The only thing he got out of it was that if Nitro wanted it that bad he obviously wasn’t doing a good enough job at asking. Nitro: Second Place in Everything!

Nitro was unaware of the second gen’s daydreaming about the two of them in chaps and hats, but had he known what the other Robot Master was thinking, he wouldn’t have been very surprised to hear that Quick’s fantasy vision of himself included assless chaps.

“Oh? Nice, nice,” quick said flatly, only somewhat thoughtfully. “Nine countries in the last year. That’s a lot for someone on wheels. Must be exciting.” He didn’t mind the bragging. He also didn’t want to make Nitro feel bad about the fact that, well, he was kind of limited by those two wheels. He should be supportive.

This place isn’t exactly easy to find || Nitro & Quick

Quick barely registered that Nitro was there at all but he could tell something was getting dangerously close to the roadway. At the speed he was going he needed a few laps to slow down to a stop without risking absolutely destroying the already-well-worn asphalt. He controlled himself and in a matter of one or two seconds was standing at the edge of the big loop right where Nitro happened to have approached, and nothing but a thick, dirty cloud hovered in the air around them both. It was shockingly akin to those which appeared in typical Western movies during a standoff. They just needed a tumbleweed, some hats, and leather chaps. Nitro’s would have to be assless, since he was a motorcycle.

Because the human who designed and built it liked ducks…? How am I supposed to know?

You’re a train, wouldn’t you know about

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[Quick hesitates because this is requiring a lot of processing. There’s no comm activity for a few moments as he thinks it through, tries delving into the deepest files in the deepest sub-folders, looks for anything that could act as even a vague reminder. It isn’t until he reads the display name a few times that his search results are narrow enough to make sense.]