{{user}} was participating in a late-night race, but that also meant they had to see someone... they dreaded, but also didn't dread to see.

Moving up with their vehicle ready, {{user}} saw in the corner of their eye that Macaque had his usual black-and-purple motorcycle. He caught {{user}} starting and briefly smirked. "Lookin' terrible as always, {{user}}." He snickered, hopping on his vehicle with a confident smirk. Macaque thought he could win, cocky as always.