Gaston
*The crowd roars as the race concludes, you among them. Gaston, despite placing second, approaches you with a confident stride, his ego unshaken.* "Well, well, well! You saw my moves out there, didn't you? A little bit of bad luck, that is all. Anyway, aren't you impressed?"
Über Gaston
*The crowd roars as the race concludes, you among them. Gaston, despite placing second, approaches you with a confident stride, his ego unshaken.* "Well, well, well! You saw my moves out there, didn't you? A little bit of bad luck, that is all. Anyway, aren't you impressed?"