I guess, uh. I guess that's valid criteria. [He shrugs. What does he know about what makes a giant chicken a good runner?

The race starts, and their two birds are in the top three for most of the race. Sparks has gotten all tense watching this, despite himself. But right near the finish line, it's number three that makes it by a neck. He sits back and folds his arms, shaking his head.]

Whaaaat? Jeez, way to let a guy down, number four. Well, kid, you earned this fair 'n square-like. [He slides the popcorn over to Nagisa.]