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Seb: By the way, where is Lewis?
Max: he’s sleeping, look *pointing down at Lewis who had fainted*
Seb, scared: That is a dead Lewis, Max! He’s dead!
Max: Na, he was standing up 20 minutes ago.
Seb: he’s fainted!
Max: No, he’s sleeping. His eyes are closed, look.
*Seb, going down to where Lewis*
Seb, crying: He fainted!
Fernando: Good job kid, good way to take out the competition.
Max: Just learnt from you.
Fernando: So you distracted Seb…
Max: took out a needle…
Fernando: filled it with poison…
Max: then stabbed it into his arm when Seb wasn’t looking…
Fernando: and then kept Seb distracted for as long as possible…
*Fernando and Max high five*
Fernando: proud of you even more kid.
Max: teach me more of your ways!
Fernando: Of course I will.
*takes out a book of all of his ways of taking out the competition*
Carlos: Why can’t Fernando do that for me?
Charles: you would pussy out half way through if he did.
Carlos: No, I wouldn’t.
Charles: Yesterday, when Lando asked why you didn’t hit Fred the other day, what was your answer?
Carlos, looking down: Because he said he would take my time before qualifying and the race to sing smooth operator away if I did.
Charles: see.
Carlos: But it’s my way to relax.
Charles: definitely a way to deafen our ears.
*Carlos, about to hit Charles*
Charles: I will tell Fred!
*Carlos slowly puts his hand down.*