Shit. You’re right. Either way. Fux should never get 2nd. EVER!
Period!
End of story!
Dillet: “Jean Pierre, This is not some burger eating contest at the local drive-in! Yes! Your midsection bothers me! Yes! Your approach to this whole damn Grand Prix bothers me! And yes! Your posing bothers me!
And Nasser. Oh, for the love of Christ. How the hell did I even let you beat me at this bone-headed contest, to begin with?”
Now, for Christ’s sake, does either one of you have anything even remotely interesting to tell me?”
Fux: “you placed out of the money... sir.”