Bethany (7): | o hai off round 2 5s agane coz i xspec mi mumll be inna fowl mood agane when she wakes up f aru wot woz that all about eh wot u rekn 1st cat 30 k from finish r bardet if onli cp sagan was ere sa hi 2 g thomas l8rs xXx bthny |
G Thomas: | Is it safe? |
Omnes: | Ooh, hark @ Laurence Olivier lol! |
G Thomas: | Noes, I mean “Is it safe 4 me 2 come out ov teh pub yet?” |
Omnes: | U scared ov teh little gurlz, G Thomas roffle? Thort u woz hard! |
G Thomas: | Fck off, u gits! |
Bethany (7): | Get tae fck, u patronising apes! I don’t pla ur macho power games! |
G Thomas: | C wot I mean? |
G Imlach: | O hai! Careless talk costs lives, G Thomas! Difficult stage 2 call? |
NC Boardman: | O hai! F Aru, tactics. Rubbish! Not R Bardet 2da thobut. |
C Prudhomme: | Release teh bats! |
Omnes: | U wot? |
N Boulting: | O hai! That was a bit previous, C Prudhomme! |
SD Millar: | O hai! W Barguil at it agane! |
N Boulting: | M Matthews? Snottyjumper? |
SD Millar: | No. Yes. Ructions in teh break. Will they? Or not? |
N Boulting: | Reboot! |
SD Millar: | GV Avermaet! |
GV Avermaet: | Shut! Up! FFS… |
A Contador: | Minionth! Theize them! Thwow them 2 teh floor! |
TT Segafredo: | Who, us? |
A Contador: | Yes, u! |
B Mollema: | Sometimes I hate this job! |
W Barguil: | Pish 2 thee, Spaignish cur! |
Bethany (7): | Yay 4 W Barguil! |
T $ky: | We don’t think so, A Contador! |
| Stasis… |
M Smith: | …G Thomas… not with us today… pub possibly involved… |
5: | Awwwww! |
D Hutch: | …M Matthews… M Kitteh… snottyjumper… CP Sagan… |
M Kitteh: | Go! Away! Also, miaow! |
D Friebe: | O hai! And o hai 2 USAnian 4mer president ov vice J Kerry! |
J Kerry: | (Coherent and sensible answers) |
| In a while… |
N Boulting: | Sprint sprint sprintEEEE soon! I see TV’s Nice C Boardman haz returned from hiz afternoon nap! Will teh T Quickstep rider in teh break do teh unmentionable on M Matthews’ chips? |
NC Boardman: | No. No, he will not. Because there isn’t one! |
N Boulting: | I, um, er, F Aru? |
NC Boardman: | Astana. Useless berks. They had one job! |
T $ky: | LOL @ TEAM DA-LEK! |
M Matthews: | Yay! MOAR snottypoints 4 meeeeee! & LOL @ M Kitteh! |
M Kitteh: | |
N Boulting: | So, Super D Millar, now u has woked up from ur afternoon nap, informationise us! |
SD Millar: | Sunweb! TD Gendt! S Calamityjane! |
L Calamityjane: | Did he call me “Sue” again! I will kill u, SD Millar! Kill u utterly 2 DETH! |
SD Millar: | (Whistles innocently) |
N Boulting: | So. Santiago de Compostheap! |
SD Millar: | Compostela! |
N Boulting: | Yes, that as well. Beast ov Gévaudan! Wolf, gangsta rapper, dog, serial killer, wolfdog, rabid puffin, hyæna, J Alaphilippe with a strop on? Giant stoat, lion, TD Gendt? Or wot? |
Bethany’s Mum: | Strap-on? U filfy fukrs! An’ wot ‘ave u preverts dun wif mi dor’er? |
N Boulting: | Jacques Prévert? |
5’s Mummy: | It’s awl Air-Kay, Ms de Sade! Bethany is at air hoyse. Eating a kumquat! |
Bethany (7): | Om nom nom nom! Ooh, mi toof’s come out! |
TP Fairy: | Not in mi job description. Soz. |
SD Millar: | (Improvising desperately…) Werewolf! |
F Aru: | Arooooooo! Better stay away from me! I’ll rip ur lungs out, ***! |
Omnes: | Roffle!!1! U couldn’t rip ur way thru teh wet paper bag! |
| Soon… |
N Boulting: | Look, see, T Martin iz doning an attack! Curse u, T Martin, 4 spoiling mi Barghest/Barguil joak funneh comedy gag! |
SD Millar: | Don’t get it, ***! |
N Boulting: | U mean u haz not read Prof Larrington’s bok “Land Ov Teh Green Man”, now1 available in papperbok and endorsed by literature’s N Gaiman? |
SD Millar: | No. No, I haz not. |
Omnes: | U Palestinian Philistine, Super D! |
T Martin: | O hai and, moreover, wha-hey! |
| Meanwhile… |
R Bardet: | Right, get ‘em, lads! |
T AG2R: | Yeth, mathter! |
F Aru: | Arooooooo! Mind if I join u? |
A Contador: | I, A Contador, will also haz some ov that! |
C Froome: | Yoicks! |
T Gremlin2: | O hai, C Froome! C mi Snippity Things ov Doom? Ka-pinngggg! LOL! |
C Froome: | FFS! Where mi team gone? Outtathaway, u sloboyz! |
| Meanwhile… |
W Barguil: | O hai, T Martin! |
T Martin: | Piss! |
Bethany (7): | \o/ Yay 4 W Barguil! |
| Meanwhile… |
L France: | BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! |
C Froome: | Fck off! |
M Landa: | On me ’ead wheel, son! |
C Froome: | Ta! |
R Bardet: | WTF! I killed u utterly 2 DETH! |
N Quintana: | (From a long way away…) U killed mi father! Prepare 2… bugger! |
| Meanwhile… |
B Mollema: | C me & mi aerosnout fck off! |
W Barguil: | Not if I haz a sa in things! |
| Meanwhile… |
S Yates: | I, er, arse! |
D Martin: | Mi turn! Oh! |
M Landa: | Oh no u don’t, sonny! (Aside) I want MOAR money 4 this job! |
D Martin: | O RLY? |
| Enfin… |
B Mollema: | \o/ Aero roolz! |
| Enfin part deux… |
D Martin: | Yay! Thx, S Geschke & ur hipsta beard! |
C Froome: | Yay! Thx, M Landa! |
R Bardet: | WTF! Seven fukn domestiques and I still can’t drop C Froome! U useless fukn basket cases! Get out ov mi site3! |
Bethany (7): | Wowsa! That was worth staying in 4! |