{ Fernando Horta } → Formula Duude

PROLOGUE

Shaka (1st/main/only driver): You didn't help me to win!
Patrick Scissor-Head (Team Manager): You didn't score those valuable point and we lost constructor's championship.
Jean Toddy (Ferrarist): What was zat Lamborghìní? Where is ze F550 zat you're supposed to drive?
Ricardo Montoya (Mechanic): You cost us too much replacing parts!
Dr. Willy (Mad Scientist and Racing Engineer): You're a failure!
Steve Quasela (Janitor): You sucks!
Frank Williams (Owner/Big Boss): You are fired!

As the award ceremony begins, the crowd can be whispering:
"Where's that scum, piece of shit, third-ever place? Where is Dave?".
Where is Dave when his admirers make fun of his name?
Always seeking the next team, racing (apparently) means nothing to him.
The fight is all.

Dave (Teamless/Useless Driver): What? You guys whant me to talk about weekend's race? I DNF'ed. What else should I say? Well, congratulations TiBone for winning the championship. You deserves. As for me, I still have five bucks to one last cup of beer...