Fast racer at the races

Silver Racer was ready to dodge or draw his dagger, but fortunately, his reflexes didn't kick in right away, so he didn't have time to do anything bad. Honestly, he thought he was done for. Although, to be honest, he was surprised to see Outlier standing behind Flintlock with the gun.

"Oh, Record told ya bout us? I s'pose ya can come in. Just don't touch nothin' if ya don't know what it does. This place's been reinforced with booby traps up th' wazoo ever since that zombie outbreak.."

"Nice to meet you too-" he said, cautiously entering the house. Hearing about traps and a zombie apocalypse surprised him a little. He wanted to ask what Outlier was talking about, but saw the two twins talking rather loudly. Racer glanced around and noticed that the traps were well-made.

Silver Racer was ready to dodge or draw his dagger, but fortunately, his reflexes didn't kick in right away, so he didn't have time to do anything bad. Honestly, he thought he was done for. Although, to be honest, he was surprised to see Outlier standing behind Flintlock with the gun.

Silver Racer knocked on the door, expecting the DJ.

"Well, as you can see, I have the ticket in my servo," he said, stepping inside and handing over the paper. It contained several songs:

Record pulled the ticket from out of Silver Racer's servo and looked over the songs. His optics widened a little.

"I listened to the second song for a bit; I think it accidentally switched on while I was practicing. But thanks for the recommendation anyway, I'll give it a listen when I have time," the racer thanked.

"There are many songs that start with vocals first and then the melody comes later. It's supposed to create a sort of build up that leads to a heavenly drop when the melody does come in. While it's rare to hear depending on what music you listen to, it's not common if you're an avid music listener. Do you listen to music often?"

"During training, if it involves practicing combat techniques... And sometimes while cooking, if I have a break, or while I'm waiting for the baking to finish. So you could say listening to music is a rare pleasure for me," Silver Racer admitted slightly awkwardly, looking away slightly to the floor.

"Oh, you cook? I have a friend who cooks as well. You two might get along if you're nice enough. Sometimes there are cooking competitions back on the spaceship. Stein, Flintlock, and Outlier compete to make the most banger dish for dinner. You should swing by. You might even catch Vulcanis."

"No, his name is Flintlock. You wanna look for Flintlock. He should be about 9 miles away housed in an abandoned range just before the countryside. He lives with Outlier, they're twins. Two ginormous 50 something foot tall shark cowboys. One of them's a hammerhead. The other one a lemon shark. You sincerely cannot miss them when you see them."

"Oh, Cardbots Cowboy Sharks? You have interesting friends, in a good way. Well, I know roughly where this place is, so I think I can find it, and don't worry, I'll introduce myself to them," he said, also looking at the program.

"Maybe a coin of some sort? Maybe a metal windchime if you can find one. Outlier will probably hang it on the edge of his tail and use it as a toy. Go ahead and pay them a visit for me, yeah? And tell them Record said hi or whatever."

"The key point, if I can find it. And I'll definitely pass your message on to them. Although they'll definitely ask how I know you." he said, a slight smile in his optics. He chuckled nervously, recalling their very first meeting after the quiet whisper.

"Nah, I'm working on a new Double. Kamen Rider. Ever heard of it?"

"I heard something, but when I have time, I'll check out what kind of show it is." He said this with a slight chuckle, knowing it was a joke.

"Yeah, @trebl3-0n-digital lives in my computer. He's actually a real big help. Tells me when my key is off or something. Can't be tone deaf when you're singing."

"Oh, I see. I guess this soundtrack is really important to this special someone, since he decides who should listen to it." the racer said, coming to his senses, but for now, the main task remained.

"Well of course I'm going to ask him about it. He's like-..it's hard to describe. I feel this sort of paternal feeling towards him. But can you imagine me being a father? I'm way too self-absorbed to actually properly take care of a child. I think I'd have too many mood swings at once and then it'd confuse them and I don't think I'm ready for that! Or any form of normal socialization. I'm only great at pretending I can interact with people normally but my emotions are so huge and it makes it nearly impossible to truly gauge what I'm f-"

"Dude." Silver Racer's voice was surprisingly serious, but there was no sympathy in it. His tone had simply changed.

Silver Racer knocked on the door, expecting the DJ.

"Well, as you can see, I have the ticket in my servo," he said, stepping inside and handing over the paper. It contained several songs:

Record pulled the ticket from out of Silver Racer's servo and looked over the songs. His optics widened a little.

"I listened to the second song for a bit; I think it accidentally switched on while I was practicing. But thanks for the recommendation anyway, I'll give it a listen when I have time," the racer thanked.

"There are many songs that start with vocals first and then the melody comes later. It's supposed to create a sort of build up that leads to a heavenly drop when the melody does come in. While it's rare to hear depending on what music you listen to, it's not common if you're an avid music listener. Do you listen to music often?"

"During training, if it involves practicing combat techniques... And sometimes while cooking, if I have a break, or while I'm waiting for the baking to finish. So you could say listening to music is a rare pleasure for me," Silver Racer admitted slightly awkwardly, looking away slightly to the floor.

"Oh, you cook? I have a friend who cooks as well. You two might get along if you're nice enough. Sometimes there are cooking competitions back on the spaceship. Stein, Flintlock, and Outlier compete to make the most banger dish for dinner. You should swing by. You might even catch Vulcanis."

"No, his name is Flintlock. You wanna look for Flintlock. He should be about 9 miles away housed in an abandoned range just before the countryside. He lives with Outlier, they're twins. Two ginormous 50 something foot tall shark cowboys. One of them's a hammerhead. The other one a lemon shark. You sincerely cannot miss them when you see them."

"Oh, Cardbots Cowboy Sharks? You have interesting friends, in a good way. Well, I know roughly where this place is, so I think I can find it, and don't worry, I'll introduce myself to them," he said, also looking at the program.

"Maybe a coin of some sort? Maybe a metal windchime if you can find one. Outlier will probably hang it on the edge of his tail and use it as a toy. Go ahead and pay them a visit for me, yeah? And tell them Record said hi or whatever."

"The key point, if I can find it. And I'll definitely pass your message on to them. Although they'll definitely ask how I know you." he said, a slight smile in his optics. He chuckled nervously, recalling their very first meeting after the quiet whisper.

"Nah, I'm working on a new Double. Kamen Rider. Ever heard of it?"

"I heard something, but when I have time, I'll check out what kind of show it is." He said this with a slight chuckle, knowing it was a joke.

"Yeah, @trebl3-0n-digital lives in my computer. He's actually a real big help. Tells me when my key is off or something. Can't be tone deaf when you're singing."

"Oh, I see. I guess this soundtrack is really important to this special someone, since he decides who should listen to it." the racer said, coming to his senses, but for now, the main task remained.

Silver Racer knocked on the door, expecting the DJ.

"Well, as you can see, I have the ticket in my servo," he said, stepping inside and handing over the paper. It contained several songs:

Record pulled the ticket from out of Silver Racer's servo and looked over the songs. His optics widened a little.

"I listened to the second song for a bit; I think it accidentally switched on while I was practicing. But thanks for the recommendation anyway, I'll give it a listen when I have time," the racer thanked.

"There are many songs that start with vocals first and then the melody comes later. It's supposed to create a sort of build up that leads to a heavenly drop when the melody does come in. While it's rare to hear depending on what music you listen to, it's not common if you're an avid music listener. Do you listen to music often?"

"During training, if it involves practicing combat techniques... And sometimes while cooking, if I have a break, or while I'm waiting for the baking to finish. So you could say listening to music is a rare pleasure for me," Silver Racer admitted slightly awkwardly, looking away slightly to the floor.

"Oh, you cook? I have a friend who cooks as well. You two might get along if you're nice enough. Sometimes there are cooking competitions back on the spaceship. Stein, Flintlock, and Outlier compete to make the most banger dish for dinner. You should swing by. You might even catch Vulcanis."

"No, his name is Flintlock. You wanna look for Flintlock. He should be about 9 miles away housed in an abandoned range just before the countryside. He lives with Outlier, they're twins. Two ginormous 50 something foot tall shark cowboys. One of them's a hammerhead. The other one a lemon shark. You sincerely cannot miss them when you see them."

"Oh, Cardbots Cowboy Sharks? You have interesting friends, in a good way. Well, I know roughly where this place is, so I think I can find it, and don't worry, I'll introduce myself to them," he said, also looking at the program.

"Maybe a coin of some sort? Maybe a metal windchime if you can find one. Outlier will probably hang it on the edge of his tail and use it as a toy. Go ahead and pay them a visit for me, yeah? And tell them Record said hi or whatever."

"The key point, if I can find it. And I'll definitely pass your message on to them. Although they'll definitely ask how I know you." he said, a slight smile in his optics. He chuckled nervously, recalling their very first meeting after the quiet whisper.

"Nah, I'm working on a new Double. Kamen Rider. Ever heard of it?"

"I heard something, but when I have time, I'll check out what kind of show it is." He said this with a slight chuckle, knowing it was a joke.

Silver Racer knocked on the door, expecting the DJ.

"Well, as you can see, I have the ticket in my servo," he said, stepping inside and handing over the paper. It contained several songs:

Record pulled the ticket from out of Silver Racer's servo and looked over the songs. His optics widened a little.

"I listened to the second song for a bit; I think it accidentally switched on while I was practicing. But thanks for the recommendation anyway, I'll give it a listen when I have time," the racer thanked.

"There are many songs that start with vocals first and then the melody comes later. It's supposed to create a sort of build up that leads to a heavenly drop when the melody does come in. While it's rare to hear depending on what music you listen to, it's not common if you're an avid music listener. Do you listen to music often?"

"During training, if it involves practicing combat techniques... And sometimes while cooking, if I have a break, or while I'm waiting for the baking to finish. So you could say listening to music is a rare pleasure for me," Silver Racer admitted slightly awkwardly, looking away slightly to the floor.

"Oh, you cook? I have a friend who cooks as well. You two might get along if you're nice enough. Sometimes there are cooking competitions back on the spaceship. Stein, Flintlock, and Outlier compete to make the most banger dish for dinner. You should swing by. You might even catch Vulcanis."

"No, his name is Flintlock. You wanna look for Flintlock. He should be about 9 miles away housed in an abandoned range just before the countryside. He lives with Outlier, they're twins. Two ginormous 50 something foot tall shark cowboys. One of them's a hammerhead. The other one a lemon shark. You sincerely cannot miss them when you see them."

"Oh, Cardbots Cowboy Sharks? You have interesting friends, in a good way. Well, I know roughly where this place is, so I think I can find it, and don't worry, I'll introduce myself to them," he said, also looking at the program.

"Maybe a coin of some sort? Maybe a metal windchime if you can find one. Outlier will probably hang it on the edge of his tail and use it as a toy. Go ahead and pay them a visit for me, yeah? And tell them Record said hi or whatever."

"The key point, if I can find it. And I'll definitely pass your message on to them. Although they'll definitely ask how I know you." he said, a slight smile in his optics. He chuckled nervously, recalling their very first meeting after the quiet whisper.

Silver Racer knocked on the door, expecting the DJ.

"Well, as you can see, I have the ticket in my servo," he said, stepping inside and handing over the paper. It contained several songs:

Record pulled the ticket from out of Silver Racer's servo and looked over the songs. His optics widened a little.

"I listened to the second song for a bit; I think it accidentally switched on while I was practicing. But thanks for the recommendation anyway, I'll give it a listen when I have time," the racer thanked.

"There are many songs that start with vocals first and then the melody comes later. It's supposed to create a sort of build up that leads to a heavenly drop when the melody does come in. While it's rare to hear depending on what music you listen to, it's not common if you're an avid music listener. Do you listen to music often?"

"During training, if it involves practicing combat techniques... And sometimes while cooking, if I have a break, or while I'm waiting for the baking to finish. So you could say listening to music is a rare pleasure for me," Silver Racer admitted slightly awkwardly, looking away slightly to the floor.

"Oh, you cook? I have a friend who cooks as well. You two might get along if you're nice enough. Sometimes there are cooking competitions back on the spaceship. Stein, Flintlock, and Outlier compete to make the most banger dish for dinner. You should swing by. You might even catch Vulcanis."

"No, his name is Flintlock. You wanna look for Flintlock. He should be about 9 miles away housed in an abandoned range just before the countryside. He lives with Outlier, they're twins. Two ginormous 50 something foot tall shark cowboys. One of them's a hammerhead. The other one a lemon shark. You sincerely cannot miss them when you see them."

"Oh, Cardbots Cowboy Sharks? You have interesting friends, in a good way. Well, I know roughly where this place is, so I think I can find it, and don't worry, I'll introduce myself to them," he said, also looking at the program.

Silver Racer knocked on the door, expecting the DJ.

"Well, as you can see, I have the ticket in my servo," he said, stepping inside and handing over the paper. It contained several songs:

Record pulled the ticket from out of Silver Racer's servo and looked over the songs. His optics widened a little.

"I listened to the second song for a bit; I think it accidentally switched on while I was practicing. But thanks for the recommendation anyway, I'll give it a listen when I have time," the racer thanked.

"There are many songs that start with vocals first and then the melody comes later. It's supposed to create a sort of build up that leads to a heavenly drop when the melody does come in. While it's rare to hear depending on what music you listen to, it's not common if you're an avid music listener. Do you listen to music often?"

"During training, if it involves practicing combat techniques... And sometimes while cooking, if I have a break, or while I'm waiting for the baking to finish. So you could say listening to music is a rare pleasure for me," Silver Racer admitted slightly awkwardly, looking away slightly to the floor.

"Oh, you cook? I have a friend who cooks as well. You two might get along if you're nice enough. Sometimes there are cooking competitions back on the spaceship. Stein, Flintlock, and Outlier compete to make the most banger dish for dinner. You should swing by. You might even catch Vulcanis."

Silver Racer knocked on the door, expecting the DJ.

"Well, as you can see, I have the ticket in my servo," he said, stepping inside and handing over the paper. It contained several songs:

Record pulled the ticket from out of Silver Racer's servo and looked over the songs. His optics widened a little.

"I listened to the second song for a bit; I think it accidentally switched on while I was practicing. But thanks for the recommendation anyway, I'll give it a listen when I have time," the racer thanked.

"There are many songs that start with vocals first and then the melody comes later. It's supposed to create a sort of build up that leads to a heavenly drop when the melody does come in. While it's rare to hear depending on what music you listen to, it's not common if you're an avid music listener. Do you listen to music often?"

"During training, if it involves practicing combat techniques... And sometimes while cooking, if I have a break, or while I'm waiting for the baking to finish. So you could say listening to music is a rare pleasure for me," Silver Racer admitted slightly awkwardly, looking away slightly to the floor.

Silver Racer knocked on the door, expecting the DJ.

"Well, as you can see, I have the ticket in my servo," he said, stepping inside and handing over the paper. It contained several songs:

Record pulled the ticket from out of Silver Racer's servo and looked over the songs. His optics widened a little.

"I listened to the second song for a bit; I think it accidentally switched on while I was practicing. But thanks for the recommendation anyway, I'll give it a listen when I have time," the racer thanked.

Silver Racer knocked on the door, expecting the DJ.

"Well, as you can see, I have the ticket in my servo," he said, stepping inside and handing over the paper. It contained several songs:

THIS IS AN EMERGENCY BROADCAST MESSAGE. DO NOT BY ANY MEANS IGNORE.

Silver Racer knocked on the door, expecting the DJ, along with a gift box, since he wasn't sure if the bot would even open the door.

The racer wasn't bothered by the fact that he felt a forced smile, though the fact that there were faint traces of tears... That surprised him.

He stared at the gift in Silver Racer's hand, completely dumbfounded. This guy, the guy he'd snapped off at so many times, kicked, hit, annoyed the frag out of, had gotten him a gift?

The question and the tone of voice surprised the racer a little. More likely, he wasn't expecting it. He could feel the DJ on the verge of tears, so he decided to answer. Although secretly he was expecting Record Scratch to explode at him.

Record stood stunned for a few seconds. His optics never broke away from Silver Racer. He pulled the gift from Silver Racer's hands and ducked behind his door, a feeble attempt to hide the fact that he was going to cry again.

The DJ's gaze slightly unsettled Silver Racer; he'd never seen the exact shock that Record Scratch displayed. Just as he was about to ask what was wrong, he felt the gift being taken away and saw the other bot run into another room, closing the door after thanking him. This frankly threw the bot off balance, so much so that he stood there frozen for about five minutes.

"I..don't want anyone seeing this. Please. Thank you for the gift again just..please come back when I'm not like this. I'll send you a comm when I've opened it.."

"I... understand. Especially with your last sentence. Then let me know when you open the door, I'll be in touch." The bot's voice held sympathy and something close to what could be described as "I understand that feeling." He slowly stood up and, before leaving, decided to ask something:

"I have all three. Why, did you get me a new game?"

Silver Racer was a little surprised, but it was still a small improvement.

Silver Racer knocked on the door, expecting the DJ, along with a gift box, since he wasn't sure if the bot would even open the door.

The racer wasn't bothered by the fact that he felt a forced smile, though the fact that there were faint traces of tears... That surprised him.

He stared at the gift in Silver Racer's hand, completely dumbfounded. This guy, the guy he'd snapped off at so many times, kicked, hit, annoyed the frag out of, had gotten him a gift?

The question and the tone of voice surprised the racer a little. More likely, he wasn't expecting it. He could feel the DJ on the verge of tears, so he decided to answer. Although secretly he was expecting Record Scratch to explode at him.

Record stood stunned for a few seconds. His optics never broke away from Silver Racer. He pulled the gift from Silver Racer's hands and ducked behind his door, a feeble attempt to hide the fact that he was going to cry again.

The DJ's gaze slightly unsettled Silver Racer; he'd never seen the exact shock that Record Scratch displayed. Just as he was about to ask what was wrong, he felt the gift being taken away and saw the other bot run into another room, closing the door after thanking him. This frankly threw the bot off balance, so much so that he stood there frozen for about five minutes.

"I..don't want anyone seeing this. Please. Thank you for the gift again just..please come back when I'm not like this. I'll send you a comm when I've opened it.."

"I... understand. Especially with your last sentence. Then let me know when you open the door, I'll be in touch." The bot's voice held sympathy and something close to what could be described as "I understand that feeling." He slowly stood up and, before leaving, decided to ask something: