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(red lights)
RS: Where's Juan Pablo?! Where's Juan Pablo?! Where's Ju- oh wait,
there he is. BASTARD!
RB: Hah! Soft tyres. That was so smart of me. No, but really, I can
win this one too, and prove them all wrong, wrong, wrong! Well, hope
those damn Renaults don't - but here we go!
KR: ...
(start!)
RS: Where's Juan Pablo?! Where's Juan Pablo?! Where's Michael?! Where
am I?! Who the hell is that - Michael! No! Rubens! Where's Juan
Pablo?! Should I swerve?! Well maybe just a little - okay here we go -
whoops! That wasn't Michael, was it?
RB: Soft ty- arrgh, feckin' lauch control! Ok, keep cool Rubens...stay
right there, Kimi, don't be an ass...good boy! Stay there, stay the-
what - Ralf, ya moron, watch it! Kimi, BRAKE or something!
Where's the phasers button?! *Oomph* Man, do I hate this job.
KR: ... Hey- ouch!
