[And with that, this car race confessional gets cut short. The sonic shock to his system makes Satan swerve so hard he breaks the steering wheel off the console as he tumbles out the side of the seat, gripping onto it for dear life as he lay a shivering, pleading pile on the floor.]

Alright! Alright! I get the point! I'll be better, I'll-! [He looks up, tension escaping him as he finally gets a good look at Pyro.] ...oh, that was just... you. [laughs] Well, never mind all that, then.