Race, eh? None for me, thanks. I seldom bother entering anyway, cuz I usually get smoked right from when the gun goes off.
I’ll be happy to cheer you folks on, though.
OK, I just could not help myself…
Man walks up to an attractive young lady and starts a casual conversation.
“Have you got some Irish in you?” the man asks.
“Why, no” says the young lady.
“Would you like some?”
badabum!
I was actually hoping for some volunteers, Human.
I’m already greased up and ready to go. In this race though, the idea is to get a really slow time.
True Romance: Quentin Tarantino’s first script (I think), directed by Tony Scott. The Dennis Hopper / Christopher Walken scene.
<insert whistle-click and four-armed rude gesture of your choice>
So . . . someone was looking for breasts?
so, Erika, how YOU dooin’?!
Put me down for the breast stroke.
We seem to have plenty of volunteers for the breast stroke,
NOW all we need is some volunteers to supply the beasts.
Any takers? or givers 
I am a squirrel. I know what you’re thinking, you think I’m some cute little pet squirrel, but no… I am a ferocious and untamed squirrel! I am also a Larch. And a Goddess. ummm and a Rachel. Yup, that should be all of my races. I can pass for human sometimes, if I don’t talk too much or the person doesn’t know me.