The VeloDrone and Le Bon David are sitting in a hospital ward, watching the Tour de France Prologue Time Trials in Liège, on a tiny television set high above Le Bon David's bed.
Le Bon David: Where on earth did you find that young chap?
The VeloDrone: I put an advertisement in the paper.
Le Bon David: In the paper? How many applicants did you get?
The VeloDrone: He was the only one.
Le Bon David: No one reads the newspaper any more, Vello. He doesn't look much of a rider.
The VeloDrone: He assures me he is. But he has a sore knee.
Le Bon David: Look at his face!
The VeloDrone: Nice looking young fellow.
Le Bon David: I mean the pain on it.
The VeloDrone: I wouldn't pay much attention to that, David. He's a poet.
Le Bon David: What's that got to do with it?
The VeloDrone: He tells me it has a great deal to do with it. Experience. Feelings. Immersing yourself in..... in the thing. That's what they do.
Le Bon David: This is the Tour de France, not a poetry workshop.
The VeloDrone: He'll be alright.
Le Bon David: How do you know?
The VeloDrone: Belle et Bonne's going over. She'll sort him out.
Le Bon David: Delicious! I wish I was there.
The VeloDrone: So do I David. So do I.
They look at one another. Then they look up at the television, in time to see Arthur fall off his bike.
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