It was nighttime, and most people were preparing for the race that was going to start in the next twenty minutes. Those who had shown up for it were already talking to some of the drivers who would be competing in the race. Most making bets on who would win first place— though the majority said Quackity would most likely win. And speaking of, he was by his own car.

Quackity was leaning up against his car. Staring off at the ground as if he had completely zoned out where he was. He had driven the planned course multiple times now. So it should be easy.