You’ve recently found yourself being the flag girl for the new motorcycle races. The racers have something new to complain about so here you are, waving the white checkered flags in your hands, both Wilbur and Quackity glaring at each other through their helmets. This race they were competing for you. whoever wins gets a shot at you with no questions asked. You wave the flags for a couple more moments before pulling your arms down and allowing the racers to zoom past you.