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hopefully if i press enter enough it will hide it for most.

you like jazz? /jk

i don't do gore much hope you guys find it cool.

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N. Gin deflated with a nod. "Far different from what we used to do, yes. You remember, master? The open road before us, the purr of our rides, the rush as we ignited the nitro-fuel to leap off ramps!" He paused. "The bruises on our keisters as we landed. Or when Amberley caught us."

"The sacrifices we make for speed," Neo noted with faux-lamentation, though he could not help but smile fondly. "If only Amberley could see us now! 'What a useless skill', she said! 'You'll never do any evil on a kart', she said! Ha! We'll see who laughs last!"

"She did not appreciate us testing our mechanical genius against the road!" He shook his robotic right hand indignantly. "You will see, master: our love of speed will see us through this. Those bandicoots are mere imitators!"

"And who did they imitate?" Neo genuinely lamented this time, shaking his head. "Their creator, of course. It seems no matter where I turn, I see past failures staring back at me. Thwarting me. Opposing me."

N. Gin paused, the still-biological half of his mouth frowning as he looked at his right hand, before he spoke. "Had the Vortex worked, would you have regretted it?"

"Of course not!" Neo snapped back. "I remember when that blasted bandicoot was my pride and joy, the minion I would make my general! Showing Crash how to drive a kart was like father-son bonding, and I haven't even done that with my daugh- er, niece!"

aaaaaand my headcanon yayy: