Phoebe

"Mr. Castelloro?"

"Phoebe, heyyyyy! You came back alive, tell me the good news!"

"It went perfectly, I freed all five of them, I don't think any of the guards even got a look at me."

"But you brought one back, right?"

"What? Oh, yeah, of course. That was the point."

"No cap? Tell me about my new racer, I wanna hear it all."

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"I'm your new racer, Boss, Soot is my partner."

"Watch it, Hyperio. I backed you on this, I expect you to keep your end of the deal all the way through."

"I will, don't worry. But I'm yours, I don't rule any dragon and neither should anyone else."

"Provided you're not playing games. Anyway, tell me about this… Soot, right? How fast is he?"

"He's perfect, he's so sassy, I love him so much already."

"But is he going to win races?"

"He's not gonna be as fast as the biggest golds, right, we knew that going in, he's even a bit skinny. But he's nimble, we're gonna turn heads in the corners. I don't know about winning races right now, it's too early to say, but we're gonna surprise the field for sure."

"Not exactly filling me with confidence here, Phoebe. You promised me wins."

"I promised you a show, Boss. And that, you're definitely getting. No-one's ready for what we're about to do, no-one at all."

"I look forward to it. Everything ok at the farm?"

"It's perfect, thanks for everything."

"Good. Get me those results, Phoebe."