Oh yeah? Well after they woke me with practice today at the Grand prix of Toronto (RIP Moson Indy) I was so pissed off that I drove down there in my MkV to set them straight. I was yelling at that Sebastian poofter when he slapped me and ran for his Champ car. I jumped in Pestillence (you gotta name your car, right?) and chased him down the front straight. His tires warmed up and he really started to take off, but the four wheel slide I did through turn one, narrowly missing Prince's Gate, warmed my tires up and the chase was on.
It took me about a lap and a half to catch him cuz I haven't chipped my car yet, but then I cut him off and he had to stop. I got out and kicked his car and he started to cry and then my friend, Hulk Hogan who's in town for the launch of his new perfume, said"Hey, I don't like that weenie, do you need some help?"
As we were totally embarassing Sebastian, his team came up and asked me if I would drive instead since I set a blistering new track record. I had to say no, cause I want Paul Tracy to win here at home and besides, I'm working nights and that would totaly screw up my internal clock.
If you don't bellieve me, I don't care. But boy are me n' Hulk gonna share some laughs over this one...
