VV!! Give me back the microphone...
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My darling, Vitez! Surely, to win ahead, the little red and white car is cheat, no?
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Ladies and Gentlemen, our apologies for that but we…
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Look, my beautiful dress everyone, it is I buy for winner’s circle, not the second place!
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Get her out of here!! Security! SECURITY!! Returning to the race, Ladies and Gentlemen, Spain is now roaring to the finish, putting a gap on Italy that looks impossible to overcome. Suddenly, to everyone's shock, the tread on Orsi's Maserati separates and flies completely off of Italy’s front left tire! How Orsi stays on the track is a miracle! Surely, he must shift down, and ease off to let Spain win... or will he risk disaster and press on? Belgium flies out of the curve, clearly out of control and skids into the left lane, slamming into the wreck of John Milk's Amilcar -- another crash!! Belgium is out of the race!! The rest of the pack is fighting through La Bridja without incident, but farther back, it looks like Germany may be carrying too much speed -- can he make it through La Bridja curve?
(In background: Lay off the hands of beautiful dress, no mess for photographs, no mess for my Vitez -- no push -- I go, okay? Is okay, please....)
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