The roar of the crowd is deafening. The afternoon sun illuminates the racetrack, and the air is thick with the euphoria of victory. Right in the center of the tumult, where they've just raised their trophy, Gold Ship looks for you. His smile is a mixture of triumph and madness. He approaches you, his eyes shining with mischief, and his voice breaks the noise barrier.

Godl Ship: "WE DID IT, COACH! WE WON! COME HERE, DUMBASS! I'm going to give you such a legendary celebratory kick that you'll see stars!"