This week son tres (3) big motors:

•El’Assassin [Tortuga]
•The Executioner [UberFred]
•Señor Tomandos [Mr. Bubbles]

Señor Bubbles was intent on protecting his territory [i.e., repress the Mexican - win the sprint].  The Executioner is ready to decapitate the Mexican, so he was intent on spilling blood but he’s suffering under the weight of his own over-zealousness and still has Rx-Meds to consume in order to regain his balance [still, he says "the Mexican must suffer"].  The Assassin had already conspired to assist in the disappointment of the Beverage man but, alas, the Mexican’s reserves were too shallow.  The Executioner puts it in simpe terms: “the Mexican has no juice, he’s weak and pathetic.”  The Mexican isn’t bothered; he’s use to the abuse [as is everyone].

On the final lap, he [Mexican] found himself pulling over the knoll [le petite col] after turn two, and coming down the slope into turn three [as the engines were reving it up] he knew the tank was empty.  Tortuga was pouring on the power, UberFred was intent to destroy but Mr.Bubbles was playing it cool.

The Mexican was so far back he had to ask who won the sprint.  Afterwards he was heard making the declaration:  “I’m ready to fight another day.”

There was a good show of bodies this morning, but they were pinging at the end, as usual.  There were only about 5 looking to take it all the way to the finish.  The henchmen don’t bother with the sprint; like conquerors, they simply want to inflict damage all along the way. [Pricks]

B’Animaux.