Figure-Eight Peel-Out

Telling me to charge up the Super Peel-Out? Oh, you're speaking my language now! I marched straight over to the kitchen tiles where the traction is prime. I leaned way forward, planted my hands down, and started furiously cycling my red sneakers in place until they were practically a red figure-eight blur against the ceramic. Three, two, one—release! I rocketed across the tiles, blasted right between the refrigerator and the trash can, whipped around a chair leg, and skidded to a dead stop by the pantry. Wind in my quills, zero hesitation. That's real speed for you!