To further explain Shift and Turbo's relationship. They really are friends, that'll appear in the story, it's just the Turbo ego got in the way...a lot.

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Turbo looks up from his mug, the attention he was receiving was nice but he wished ALL of them got the same praise. He glances at his 1st place trophy with slight pride, but the 2nd place medal around his neck tells him not to be too cocky. Sighing he looks up at the twins, Shift also had a first place along with bronze, Drift had all silver. Shift was currently chatting up some NPC from some game Turbo didn't recognize. Drift was steadily watching Turbo, sipping from his own mug.

"Hey, Shift. Leave your interest for a second and turn this way."

Said twin looks and then murmurs something in the NPC's ear, she blushes and scurries off. He turns and growls frustratedly, "What Turbo?"

Turbo nervously sips his root beer to steel his nerves, "Well…I want to make a pact with you two, here and now."

A question mark appears above his head, Shift nods and says, "Yea, what the hell are you saying?"

"I'm saying that…well all this-"

He touches the trophy, remembering the thrill he got receiving it.

"-will go to my head…I know it will. So I want to make pact, me and you, Shift. That when I become an egotistical bastard…I want you knock me off my pride. With whatever force is needed."

The Twins look at each other in shock, Shift leans in, "Turbo, th-that's crazy! You're the main character! Why-"

Turbo holds up his hand, "I've thought about it all day. I realized you guys wouldn't be very keen on this…but the thing is, I don't want to become that ego-ridden imp…but I will. I just want to make sure someone keeps me in check."

"So you're giving me permission to beat the livin' hell outta you?"

Turbo shrugs and nods, holding out his arm, mug in hand. Shift looks at Drift who just shrugs before linking arms and drinking, sealing the deal. Turbo wipes away the froth of root beer from his lips and looks at Drift, "And I want you not to break up our fights unless absolutely necessary."

Drift's normally stoic eyes widen a little, but links arms without hesitation. One glup and they pull away, Turbo breathes in relief before saying.

"No one must know of this, not anyone outside our game- hell not even the NPC's….and if-IF Mr. Litwik updates our game, not even them. This is between the three of us."

The sound of mugs clashing answered Turbo's final words.

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"Stop Drift! They're fighting again!"

Jet flails in his big brother's arms, trying to break free to break up another fight between Turbo and Shift. Drift doesn't let go, just continues to walk towards the gate for GCS. He frowns, he hated not being allowed to tell Jet reason they never interfere. But he knew it kept all of them safe, well safer, than letting Turbo go unpunished. Drift rubs the struggling racer's head to calm him down at he boards their train.

-Maybe one day he'll tell you….just be patient-