Tapper's was a lot louder then Ralph had described it. But, I can understand, be it that it was a weird conversation in itself…
I hopped up and saw Ralph under his pile of bricks, and I quickly ran over to him. I wasn't very quiet, being that I was running on bricks, and he glared at me. "What could be so important that you had to wake me from my EVER-SO-PEACEFUL sleep on my pile of bricks?" he jeered, probably not in the best mood after, uh, recent events. I still flinched though. "Uh, Ralph, I was just wondering if you could describe Tapper's to me?" I asked, ready to run if he were to lose his temper. NOT that I thought he would, but you can never be sure. He simply looked at me with a very confused face. I stood there, being stared at for who knows how long, till he finally spoke. "Why would you want to know?" he finally asked. I glanced around. "Is it s-so bad for a good guy wanting to go get a drink?" I asked, still not looking at him. I sensed his raised eyebrow. "I never said that, but, you aren't the type of character I'd expect wanting to go to Tapper's." he said, and I heard the humor in his voice. Glaring at him, I said, "Well, guess you shouldn't believe stereotypes, huh Ralph?" Ralph was obviously taken aback, and I already felt bad for yelling. "Look, Ralph, I'm sorry…" But he cut me off. "It's fine Felix. But, about Tapper's, it's just a place for characters to rest and hang out. Now, may I please get some rest?" he asked, his tone almost like a dismissal. "Right. Of course." And with that I turned and took a step. But before I left completely, I looked back. "Thanks." I said. He shrugged and closed his eyes, and I left quickly, headed straight for the train.
"Hey, blue guy."
"You're also blue moron."
"SO ARE YOU!"
Yelling next to me caught my attention, pulling me out of my memory. I turned and saw 2 twins wearing blue racing suits yelling at each other.
"You're such an idiot!"
"No, you are!"
"No, YOU!"
"NO, YOU!"
"Would both of you shut up?!" another voice shouted, and the 2 immediately quieted. A person in a red and white racing outfit walked up, looking quite angry, and the twins seemed to shudder and shrink back. "Why don't you 2 go practice? It's the only way you'd have a remote chance of beating me." He said. They both nodded and ran off quickly, and the red racer sat down next to me. "Sorry if those idiots bothered you. I'm Turbo." He said, holding out his hand. I hesitantly shook it, but he didn't seem to notice. We sat there in silence, until he spoke again. "Do you have a name?" he asked, eyebrows raised. "OH! Sorry. Um, I'm Felix. Fix-It Felix Jr." I managed to say. Turbo chuckled. "What?" I asked. He gave me a knowing look. "You've never been here before, have you?" he asked, though it almost was more of a statement. I shook my head. "No, I haven't. Is it really that easy to tell?" I asked. His laughs seemed to be his answer. I knew my cheeks had reddened, and I really just wanted to leave. Somehow, Turbo knew this. "Hey, did you say your name is Fix-It Felix Jr.?" he asked me. "Yes. I did. Why?" He looked out into space. "My car needs some fixing." was all he said. I looked down seeing that I still had my hammer. "I can fix it." I said. He looked at me, a genuine smile on his face. "Turbo-tastic."