Stage Eight, fom Belfort to Porrentruy, is over for the day. The winner is Thibaut Pinot, from Team FDJ-Big Mat, and he is only twenty two.
Sweezus: That Pinot! He's only twenty two!
Arthur: I'm only sixt.....seventeen.
Gaius: We know. And if we didn't, we could guess.
Sweezus: But Pinot is only twenty two. I'll never win a stage, or even the polkadot jersey.
Arthur: Why ? How old are you?
Sweezus: I don't know, thirty something.
Gaius: Now then, Sweezus, pull yourself together. It's nothing to do with age, it's all to do with attitude of mind.
Arthur: And luck. Do you know what my lucky stone did yesterday?
Gaius: You mean Ouvert? What?
Arthur: He donated all his luck to Froome. Just to get back at me.
Sweezus: Awesome! So Ouvert does have powers!
Belle et Bonne: Listen to yourselves. I wish papa was here.
Gaius: Why ? I'm here.
Belle et Bonne: Sorry, Gaius, but the team needs bucking up. You all need to pull together.
Gaius: Well said, Belle et Bonne. Do you have any useful suggestions?
Belle et Bonne: Yes I do. And papa would approve. There's one more stage and then the next day is a rest day. I'll organise a wonderful picnic. But only if you all try very hard to win tomorrow.
Sweezus: Awesomeness of awesome!
Arthur: Joy! I'm trying already.
Gaius: You are. But we shall try and overlook it. Thank you, Belle et Bonne. I had forgotten the power of food as an incentive.
Belle et Bonne: It's settled then. Good luck everyone!
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