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[the-wallman.livejournal.com]

[ Wally stands in a hallway, hands on his hips, looking up at Cambot with a frustrated expression. ]

Okay, seriously, what's with all the cameras? It's like we're on some kind of reality show here!

[ He walks right up to the camera, eyes narrowed into a glare. Staring contest?! Cambot switches to a fish-eye lens for effect.

...Okay, so he can't win a staring contest with a camera. But that's beside the point. He keeps staring, refusing to blink. A few seconds later, of course, his eyes start getting dry, and he finally relents with a small noise of frustration. ]

There's got to be something more interesting to record than this. Isn't there a talking cat running around here? Go follow him around some more! Make cute little videos for the Internet or something!

[ Staring contest redux! He admits defeat sooner this time, though, having completely lost patience with it. He throws his hands into the air. ]

Man, you're worse than Supey watching the No Signal thing. Fine! Follow me around, see if I care.

[ It's painfully obvious that he does care, but he will not be admitting to that anytime soon. He just runs off without another word. The camera trails after him, slowing as Wally comes to a stop with an expression of something like shock. His hands are balled into fists, and he throws them into the air again with a loud yell. ]

And why can't I run?!

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[thrownoffgroove.livejournal.com]

Yeah!

[Besides, there's not anywhere they can actually go to race, right? Oh wait. Oops.]

[the-wallman.livejournal.com]

Wanna test that theory?

[ Oh, you are in for it now~. ]

[thrownoffgroove.livejournal.com]

Maybe!

[Heeere we go.]

[the-wallman.livejournal.com]

The purple robot says there's a track on the lower decks. It'd be perfect place a race.

[thrownoffgroove.livejournal.com]

[oooooh... there is actually a place to race. Oops.]

You're on!

[Action...?]

[the-wallman.livejournal.com]

[ He's already at the track. Hurry up, Kuzco! ]

Waiting on you.

[thrownoffgroove.livejournal.com]

[Arrives!]

Alright, let's get this little race over with so I can prove that I am the best at everything.

[Stretching over-dramatically; there's no way that could actually be helping.]

[the-wallman.livejournal.com]

[ Wally watches him dubiously, eyebrow raised. What a joke! A real speedster didn't even need to stretch! Running everywhere at the speed of sound builds up more than enough leg muscles for a little race like this, even without the superspeed. This should be a cinch.

Alright, let's show him who's fastest. He gets into position and smirks over at Kuzco. ]

Okay, start on three. One... Two... Three!

[ And he takes off like a bullet. Good luck keeping up~. ]

[thrownoffgroove.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Kuzco is definitely gonna need that luck. He starts off running as hard as he can and... not going very fast.]

I think you... cheated and... took a head start... [Oh gods he's already out of breath aaaaaaaaaa]