"You want me to call you Bowser?" I said trying to get the upper hand, but as he crossed the finish line in first place, I slumped. "No, Peaches. You can just call me winner." I glared but kept my eyes on the screen. “You’ll always be last place in my book. L.P. L.P. rolls off the tongue quite nicely too.” He grumbled something about showing me what could roll off my tongue nicely but I ignored him, so happy with my quick work on a degrading nickname for him.
