Number one's brought me luck once, I think I can count on him again. Lookit him. The eyes of a killer. That is one competitive chicken.

[Seems like going with the same racer didn't work out for Sparks this time. It falls a few places behind as number seven pulls ahead. Sparks sighs, but slides the snacks over to Cloud with a bit of a grin.]

That'll teach me, to, uh. To pretend I know anything about giant racing chickens, I guess.