Jake gave Candy a cold, hard glare as the short King drove away.

"I'm sorry, I don't buy any of this," Jake said. "That girl's been suffering too long from bullying, and she's been itching to finally get a chance to race. If the Children of the Candy Corn hadn't been making her life miserable, maybe she wouldn't have had the desire to prove herself.

"And look, her condition..." Jake said, knowing he was on poor ground here, given that he still wasn't sure what the hell the others meant with a game.

"Her condition may not be normal, but trust me; I've met people who had it worse, people who by all laws of nature shouldn't [b][i]exist[/i][/b]. And yet they got better. Where there's life, there's hope. What King Candy's counting on is [i][b]fear[/b][/i].

"So whatever [i][b]King[/b][/i] Candy is planning, count me out. I hope you've got more sense than to listen to him, Ralph.

"Besides, didn't you just bust up his castle? Think maybe he's just a tiny bit bitter about it?"

Jake stomped back inside, going to check on Vanellope. Best not to leave her alone under these circumstances.