The following day, Le Bon David was still smarting from Gustave's remark. Dodging fallen riders, he manoeuvred his bike into the space beside his new team mate.
Le Bon David: I've been thinking, Gustave, about what you said yesterday.
Gustave: Have you, David? Remind me, what did I say?
Le Bon David: You said, 'And you call yourself a philosopher'.
Gustave: Oh yes, you don't seem a very ethical one. Nor do any of your so-called Team Philosophe.
Le Bon David: Well, I just wanted to say, I think that's rich coming from you.
Gustave (shocked): Why so?
Le Bon David: One word, Gustave, one word: Grafitti.
Gustave (even more shocked): Mon dieu! You don't think it was ME!
.....
Meanwhile Farky, riding slowly uphill with Sweezus and The VeloDrone, was telling them all about Molly.
Farky: And to make matters worse, she googled the author Yukio Mishima, and discovered a terrible thing.
Sweezus: What?
Farky: When Yukio Mishima had completed his masterpiece, a tetrology called The Sea of Fertility, he committed seppuku.
The VeloDrone: Good gracious, how dreadful!
Sweezus: What's that? What's seppuku?
The VeloDrone: It's ritual suicide.
Farky: Yes. Ritual suicide. Yukio always said he would die when he finished it. But it gets worse.
Sweezus: How can it get worse?
Farky, Well what you do is, you kill yourself and then your friend cuts off your head.
Sweezus: Euuggh!
Farky: No, it gets even worse.
Sweezus: I don't want to hear it.
The VeloDrone: Save it for tomorrow, Farky old chap. We're having a rest day, and I'm inviting Team Philosophe and Team Bumptious to a grand picnic.
Sweezus: Yeah, save it, Farky. A picnic! That's cool!
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