*looks at Dim on sideline*
Yikes ! Tuskens !
Sorry queeq, Xeth is BB's game name. Had RP on the brain there for a minute...
*sees pic of queeq with another woman that Fitch is holding*
*goes berzerk with jealously, calls Jango Fett on comlink, orders him to zoom in on Slave I and blast queeq with laser cannons*
*lifts shirt and flashes Fitch in order to distract him, thus neatly catching up to Mech*
WOW....the crowd go wild, despite the fact that the dust prevents them from seeing anything. When the dust clouds lift we see the current ranking upon approach of the end of the first lap:
1. Mechmoggy
2. Tie between Fitch and Tex
3. Gundy
4. Queeq
5. Dexx
6. Mah
Queeq's reaching higher up the ranks, bumps in hard and sexy into Gundy's rear. 😉
queeq, what ARE you doing back there ????
*flips off WWII flying scarf, allowing it to fly back in the wind and blow over queeq's face, thus blinding him* Take that, Red Baron !
*hits gas pedal hard, uses CB radio to distract racers in front*
I say, Tex, Good Buddy, ya'll best turn right up here, looks like there's a county mounty hidin' behind that portable parkin' lot at that thar choke n' puke stop. That's a big 10-4.
*prepares to zoom around Tex and take on Fitch*