Stage Three of the Tour, Orchies to Boulogne-sur-Mer. Arthur has made a brilliant recovery. He is riding at the front of the peloton. Sweezus and Gaius are somewhere in the middle.
Sweezus: Look at Arthur go.
Gaius: I suspect he's on the extra strong mints.
Sweezus: Did you see his knees?
Gaius: No.
Sweezus: A miracle. No scabs.
Gaius: Perhaps he was having us on.
Sweezus: Yeah.
Gaius: Sweezus?
Sweezus: Yeah?
Gaius: Don't take this the wrong way.
Sweezus: What?
Gaius: When we get to Boulogne-sur-Mer, don't stop off for a swim.
Sweezus: As if!
Gaius: Just so you remember.
Sweezus: Arthur's dropping back.
Arthur: Did you see me?
Gaius: Yes, very admirable. But why have you dropped back?
Arthur: The bluish wine-stains and the splashes of vomit.
Sweezus: Poetry again! Cut that out.
Arthur: Have an extra-strong mint! Hee hee!
Gaius: Arthur!
Arthur: What?
Gaius: No more mints.
Arthur rides back to the front.
Peter Sagan flashes by.
There is a strong smell of mint in the air.
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