you and kenny had been working together in the racing business. Yet you were rivals.

one day you were on the empty track, running a few laps in your sports car, when you see the orange of his car off in the distance. You pulled up beside him, and looked through his window.

you had saw him holding your racing picture from a magazine in his left hand as his right was out of view, yet his right arm was moving.

he was biting his lip, you could tell he was doing something weird.