[Ralph's pretty relaxed right now, he's just hanging out, sipping some root beer and talking to the bartender every now and then.

He's in the middle of taking a big drink when the two sit down several seats away.

Ralph glances over at them and pauses mid-drink, blinking a few times before setting his not-quite-empty cup down on the bar.

After a few more moments of silence, he finally swallows the bit of root beer that remained in his mouth.

He moved his mug over to look in it, it looked like regular root beer, not any of the alcoholic stuff.

Ralph swirls the liquid around in the mug, watching it, but glancing over at the two every now and then.

There was something about them, he wasn't sure exactly what, maybe it was the gray complexion or the jumpsuits or their yellow eyes and teeth he caught a glimpse of every now and then, but whatever it was, it was all too familiar, far too much like a certain deranged and most likely dead racer that had caused so much trouble.

A name that was spoken sourly even before the arcade knew that he had been hiding in the sweetest game.

Turbo.]