Kiwi stared back at the unknown Cookie on the back of his bike, swiftly snapping his gaze back to the road as his mental driving awareness switched from automatic to manual, hearing the teasing and smug voice of Roll Cake blare through the headpiece in his helmet soon after. "Ooooooh, who's that??? I didn't know you were seeing someone! When did you take a break for once to meet people??" Roll Cake loudly asked, earning a surprised hiss and a sharp answer in turn from the biker as they rounded the corner of the track. "I have [i no idea] who the fuck they are!!" "Uh-huh, suuuuure. You're letting them ride on your bike though!" Roll Cake countered just as sharply, speeding up to match the Maverick of the Court's pace, his clearly smug expression visible behind the windows. Kiwi paid it no attention, "I'd rather [i die] than lose to you and you know that." Was the only explanation he gave his best friend, soon taking the lead with a roaring whirr, hoping whatever Cookie that decided to hop into his bike would at least hold on to avoid falling off until the last lap had been completed. No, he wasn't planning on stopping until the friendly race was over; that would be a waste of fuel and time! Instead, Kiwi let his bike come to a soft stop after crossing the finish line for the last time that race, Roll Cake somewhat doing the same with his car before hopping out and jogging over swiftly. "What were you [i thinking] walking across an active raceway?!" The racecar driver asked though it was more with a lighthearted tone than a genuinely serious or angry one. "My aerodynamics were fuuuuucked," Kiwi gently complained, hugging his bike as if he were looking for comfort or trying to apologize to it, looking back to the other Cookie with his eyes playfully narrowed. "Why'd you walk across a racetrack? That'd bad logic regardless of the time. Roll would have [i actually] run you over!" "I would not have!" Roll Cake retorted with a huff, crossing his arms as he lightly glared at his friend. "Yes, you would have, we've been over this numerous times." "Okay, well, I [i [b might]] [i have]..." "See? Absolutely ruthless, a [i menace] if you will; he's a Cookie crumbler, he wouldn't have hesitated to run you right over and crush you to dust. How the hell did you even hop [i onto] my bike though??"