[The Racetrack. Felix doesn’t like places like this. He says it always feels inhumane. Something about watching ‘Horsey’s’ get their butt slapped by grown men is somewhat perturbing.]
[Felix Foley] “I’m not sure like I like this racing thing, Doom buddy.”
[DOOM] “Watch closely, Felix. You may learn something.”
[Six horses line up at gates across the track. A gun fires a loud with an obnoxious blast, in which the gates open and the horses storm out.]
[It’s exhilarating.]
[Each horse is ridden by a different kind of rider.]
[DOOM] “Look at the riders. Each one of them is unique. They have different methods of riding the horses, but each has the same goal; they desire to win the competition. They desire to be crowned Champion.”
[You have the short stumpy weight-less little man who glides with his horse. He’s petite, so the horse can run faster. But the rider himself is inexperienced when it comes to the big races. He hasn’t won one before. He can’t call himself a winner. His eagerness to succeed is his eventual cause for failure, as the inexperience has him try too hard and the horse falls lame at a missed hurdle.]
[Felix Foley] “Oh no… that poor horsey!”
[Then there’s the careless man. He whips that horse with ferocity, beating it hard enough that it could burst into flames. The rider wants to be a fire that burns towards the finish line, but the hotter he is, the quicker he burns out. The horse can’t take the punishment and drops speed too quickly, causing it to crash to the floor.]
[Felix Foley] “No!! Not again!”
[A female rider might seem like the perfect jockey. She’s lightweight and slim – petite and careful. Only she rides it like a plague, rotting the horse with her vile lashes and greedy demands. A single horsefly attached to her putridity is enough to stop that horse. It nips that horse on the buttocks and sends both tumbling.]
[Felix Foley] “Can we go now? I don’t like this.”
[And finally, the biggest man of them all rides powerfully. His staunch frame ploughs into the horse as he rides, thundering down the track but slowly. There’s no speeding the horse up. There’s no way to quicken the ride and the harder the powerful man pushes, the more difficulty the horse gets into.]
[All four horses are lame. The race is over. There is no winner – not on the track. None of these four horses or their riders will be crowned Champion today. In fact, those riders may never ride again.]
[Felix Foley] “Doom buddy…” [Felix is understandably confused.] “If all four horses are hurt, what happens now?”
[DOOM] “These horses belong to someone else, Felix.”
[He smiles.]
[DOOM] “And they’ll take care of them?”
[I remain silent for a moment.]
[DOOM] “Follow me, friend. I’ll show you what happens next…”
[It’s time to go to the stables.]