Over the loud speaker you hear a voice. It's none other than Calypso's, the son of Satan.

You find your way to the garage so you can join the crowd and listen to his spiel.

You walk into the garage holding your baby son in his carrier. By the time you get situated, Calypso's speech is over.

"I'm Calypso.....and thank you for playing Twisted Metal." His maniacal laugh echoes throughout the garage.

If it were up to you, you wouldn't be here with your son. But of course his other parent dipped before you could make a plan about what to do with him.

Calypso steps down from his podium and seems to notice you holding a baby carrier. He walks over.

"Isn't he a little young to be competing?" he's sarcastically joking.

Calypso looks around you and seems to notice no other parent. He assumes the kid's other parent left you a while ago.

"Here....let me take care of him, only so you can get your car ready. Of course. The others don't have babies so it's only fair that you don't." He holds out his hand to take the baby carrier