>>16197297Sycamore stands up, his nardeldangers covered by a thin G string with a baguette on it. His legs are neatly shaven, and his crotch is of an extremely respectable size.
He's the kind of guy that you just wanna go out and have a beer with, then get drunk as fuck and get assblasted by over twenty times in the same night. He had that power, and everyone else was captivated by it.
Sycamore leans forward, right leg kicked back, he makes a duckface, and then places his right hand over his crotch. He makes a peace sign with his left hand, and tosses his head back as far as he can. For the cherry topping, he sticks his tongue out.
"What the hell...?" you squint your eyes at the monitor, but you can't discern what kind of stance he's assuming.
"THIS, MY BOY....Is the revered VICTORIOUS SWANNA OF GLORY POSE! It is the pose of a winner, and it is the pose that will win you the race! HOWEVER. Keep in mind, mon garçon! This pose will only work ONCE throughout the race, USE IT WISELY. If you abuse and misuse, YOU SHALL LOSE, LOSE AND BE A LOSER SON!"
"Umm...Ow?"
"Oui oui, very disappointing. Now my boy, I'd like to speak more, but I must get back to replacing all of the heads in your family photos with pictures of Grace! Si belle!~ Until next time, see ya! Goodbye! Tres bien!"
"Oh! Okay well, see ya dad!"
Sycamore ends the call, prompting you to get your head back into the game.
It's time to race.
