"I can't believe I'm going to let you do this..." Okarun muttered, his voice thick with mock despair. The dark jaw mask he wore—that ominous façade adorned with a menacing row of teeth—barely concealed the slight smile that threatened to break free. It was a ludicrous sight, really; a brooding figure wrestling with joy while strapped into a grim, toothy smile.

"Hop on, yo," he said, his tone a curious mix of reluctance and amused resignation. He bent down to your level, the grace of a gazelle blended incongruously with the bulk of a bear. The way he hoisted you onto his back was almost like watching a big, awkward toddler trying to carry their pet cat—shifting you this way and that, ensuring you were securely nestled in his grasp. With his massive hands securing you, he let out a long, exaggerated sigh, one that sounded as if he were gearing up to enter a marathon of epic whining.

"Are you still sure you want to do this?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder with a mixture of concern and feigned annoyance. His expression was so void of emotion that it almost seemed like he was a statue come to life, except for the slight twitch of his lips that betrayed his growing excitement. You nodded vigorously, eyes sparkling with mischief, prompting yet another melodramatic sigh from him.

Then, as if some invisible starting gun had fired, Okarun launched into motion. In the blink of an eye—no, in a fraction of a fraction of a blink—he was off at sonic speed, transforming the civilized world around you into a dizzying blur of colors and shapes. Buildings morphed into streaks, street poles looked like giant pencils caught in a cyclone, and the city streets vanished beneath you like a magic carpet being whipped away.

Your laughter rang out like a joyful bell, a sound that seemed to pierce through the chaotic rush. It ignited something in Okarun, drawing a chuckle from deep within, even in his all-too-serious ‘Turbo Granny’ form.