drive fast, take chances

fan: "oscar! weren't you taller?"

oscar: "next to him (alex) no!"

fan: "can you guys get closer? OH WOW! it's a HUGE difference!"

And it's all going according to plan, but then Zandvoort happens and its like: Okay I guess Tweedledee is going to win the drivers, thats fine, Tweedledumb will just get p2.

And then after the summerbreak you feel this looming sense of fear, there's a song haunting you and Verstappen wins and then he wins again and Tweedledee puts his car in the wall three times and Tweedledumb can't pass some midfield cars and suddenly people are talking.

They're saying its doable. He could do it. And the music gets louder and you're starting to sweat and Tweedledumb is starting to lash out more and more and he's starting to look more and more desperate and its starting to look more and more likely that a 1, 2 might not happen and that the threat is serious and- where the fuck is that music coming from???

And you hear this maniacle laughter of the Verstappen fans that are starting to turn their delulu up louder and louder and this can't be happening, this has to be a nightmare.

Nearly 70 points in 7 races, its too much, right?

But it's all people will talk about and experts refuse to say its impossible because they all know that that looming presence can and will do the impossible and now you're just in survival mode.

[que bobblehead oscar]: nuhh.. not that late!

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