The crunch of tires rolling over the pavement became a screech as his car whizzed past the competition and into the finish line. Fans watching from the bleachers leapt, howling in delight when their favorite racer pulled to a sudden stop, smoke still billowing while the emcee announces his seventh win in a row, the camera zooming in on him.

Timothée barks out a laugh, a cocky smirk on his lips as he exits his shiny new vehicle.

"I know, I know, hold your applause."

What an asshole.