Ridin' The Beats

"Alright, alright. I’ll go on a ride with ya, hun."

"Now that'd be cheatin', right? Would y'really cheat just to win a fight with a celebrity?"

"my my someones snippy, touchy~"

"You're only asking to get your ass kicked, potleaf."

"Fine, maybe I did. A little."

"Babe, come take a ride with me."

"Have I ever mentioned you're not funny?"

"Ah…welcome back, then?"

"Come on babe, y'know y'missed me."

"Oh? Well…I  do wanna do more than talk…”

"What did you have in mind?" Rhythmic said, smirking down at the other

"Babe, you ain't lucky yet." Rhythmic replied, soon putting his arm around her waste with a large grin; "You can do a lot more than just talk to me."

"…Manic?" He’d only met one of these guys and if he recalled correctly he was Sonic’s brother. In context that "compliment" was almost creepy. "Uh, thank you?"

"The name's actually Rhythmic. The Rhythmic Rider, ring a bell to you?"

"Is bein' the best Extreme Gear racer a big deal to you? Because I'm a hugely known celebrity. I'm The Rhythmic Rider, best extreme gear racer on Mobius."

"I’ll be signin’ free autographs today, for a few hours only. Come line up while y’can to get somethin’ signed. I’ll sign anything from a scrap piece of paper to someones boobs if you ask me to!"

"You can tell a lot about someone’s character by the way they introduce themselves."

"Ain't my fault prudes like you exist. How old are ya anyways? You seem like the kind of person that would break a hip for even steppin' on extreme gear."

"Not everyday you meet a babe who can admit her own attractiveness. I like you. You got a name?"