Bahrain GP, a summary
Oscar: *chilling at the front, probably reading the newspaper, could use a drink tho*
George: *loses something every lap, hanging on by a thread, somehow manages to keep the second papaya behind despite all that*
Charles: *victim of ferrari's fuck ass tire strategy, he is surrounded by idiots, fighting for his life against the papaya behind him with its nose up his ass*
Max: *driving a dumpster fire with mood swings on wheels, probably this close to do the entire pit stop by himself, would've been faster than whatever the fuck that was anyway*
Lewis: *rethinking his life choices*
(honorable mention to the time tower that apparently had a stroke and nearly dnfed on us)