Well, crap. We've lost still-slightly-ouzo-soaked Awkward Freshman Guy #5. He appears to be running naked on the track around turn 17. Well, mostly naked. I believe he's using Karoug's pants as a cape and thinks he can fly.
Anyway, he's been into APRacing's fridge. God help us all.
The WPOS is still running. w00t. Coming into pit for more jet fuel, ammo and bait.
Scuderia Ankbajs is out of the pits, with DOOMHAMMER in sight.
Hmmmm. No defensive systems, eh?
Lavender Stig flips the "GIANT ROOF CANNON" switch. Hey, that's no ordinary cannon...
Everything around the CCRXBBQ puffs up as a giant rip in space opens up. The puffed-up piece implodes, sucking LurkerPatrol's car, some dead moose debris and mostly nekkid Awkward Freshman Guy #5 into Ballard.
This Ballard. Complete with aging Scandinavians who drive really slow with their blinkers left on.
Moral of the story: never let anyone know when your defenses are down.
Right, late to start, shit! Kimi was busy beating some idjiot up and our mechanic was busy cocking up the car. But we're off now!!! And at quite a lick!
"Is because of rockets."
"I know kimi. Did you get your booze back?"
"Yes and set fire to Scuderia Ankbajs pits."
Unfortunately Dastardly's trick failed because Kimi didn't answer the phone, but we're keeping up with the pack. We got bored earlier and finally came up with a name for our orange and black monster, the Tin Tiger.
Suddenly the track is swamped with ducks, and we have to swerve onto the grass to miss them.
Matt: "How are we going to get rid of these ducks?"
DD: "Let me handle it."
Dick climbs in to the back and puts his head through a hatch in the roof. He starts up the laser and aims it at the mountains in the distance and fires.
Almost instantly the white snow caps disappear and waves of water come rushing down the mountains and on to the track, sweeping the ducks away and taking the cars with them. The Tin Tiger is swept over the track and through a hedge, leaving a branch sticking out of the radiator.