Welcome to Cynical Island, population: You.
Tag: jackson storm
Lightning: Don’t talk down to me.
Jackson: Well, I could hardly talk up to you. You’re too short.
Jackson: I’m 80% exhaustion, 10% sarcasm, and 20% don’t care.
Cruz: …that’s 110%.
Jackson: 20% of me doesn’t care.
Chick: Yeah, son!
Jackson: Yeah, dad!
Chick: …What?
Jackson: You called me son, I panicked!
Jackson: Better look out McQueen, there’s a storm coming.
Lightning: Yeah, but you always see the lightning before you see the storm.
Lightning: Why are you like this?
Jackson: In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t fit in. And I don’t WANT to fit in. Have you ever seen me without a fire suit on? That’s weird.
Ok Jackson is… big
(Look at his wheels compared to McQueen’s. And even tho he has lower suspension, he’s still taller. And not to mention the extra 100hp and +12mph top speed…)
Lightning: This is my year.
Jackson: This is my year too.
Lightning: Please don’t align yourself with me.
Jackson: Lightning McQueen. I heard you were dead. Guess I was wrong.
Lightning: Jackson Storm. I heard you sucked. Guess I was right.
Lightning: You are NOT going to win this time, Storm.
Jackson: An interesting theory. Let me propose an alternative one – I AM going to win this time.
Lightning: Ah, but-
Jackson: And this is a theory I have built up from the following postulates. 1) I win every time, 2) This is a time, 3) I will win this time.