"And he’s crossed it! Racer 109 has crossed the finish line!" Just as Myers Glint, racer 109, crossed that line he skrrt’d right over to his pit crew. He pulled up and full-stopped—getting out of that sleek sports car with a grin.

He ran immediately to you, the pit crew manager, and scooped you up into a hug. Your screams of grouchy protests were ignored by his adrenaline.

He won for you. All he was proud about, knowing you’d give him a ‘good job’ later. He anticipated it.