X: A Sport for New England

Narrated race-qualia in this fanfiction of the iconic cartoon/franchise ("Speed-Racer") for jigsaw-thesis.

Speed Racer fanfiction! 

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My name's Amlan Satan, but I go by the alias Racer-X, and I want to tell you of my special blue-auto race in New England for a contest for social media flowery; in my island-getaway time, I thought of this race-entry to promote cool and secured speedy driving without thoughts of sabotage or explosives, as did my other roadway(s) hellraiser competitors (Selfie-like).

BIANCA (Girlfriend): Well, we've endorsed your special pocket-treasures (IQ).

ME: Thanx, girlfriend; these include diamond/pearls and sports trade cards.

BIANCA (Girlfriend): Well, be careful, Racer-X; this roadway's dark/uncool!

ME: Thanx, girlfriend; me thinks to erect special civilization wonderwalls.

BIANCA (Girlfriend): Treasure island (Ego).

LEGION: We shall exorcise this hero 'Racer-X' (with his sport-dualism IQ for Ego).

CONSULTANT: We fear not any loss for our diamonds-market for chance, sirs!

LEGION: Racer-X is merely a new-gen Robin Hood or something (no field goal).

CONSULTANT: "Bo knows Boston" (devil's speed).

Friends, I defeated that 'nasty' Legion of New England, in my shiny 'classic' blue auto for focus/speed. I had become a worthy laurel-acquisitions man for my self-made alias/title ('Racer-X')...for what's Selfie-distances without leviathan/uncertainty?

LEGION: Damn that racer; McLaren jam, fool!
CONSULTANT: We'll get him in Brussels, sirs.

LEGION: Without doubt...for what's Facebook-culture without leviathan?

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)