Today is Stage Two of the Tour de France, Visé to Tournai. The lead keeps changing. Now it's Lotto-Belisol in the lead, now Orica GreenEdge. Who will win the Stage?
It will not be Team Philosophe. They are down a rider. Arthur is sitting out the stage with Belle et Bonne, who has come to sort him out. They are waiting near the finish line, in Tournai.
Belle et Bonne: How are you feeling now, Arthur dear?
Arthur Rimbaud: Neither ardent nor feeble.
Belle et Bonne: Arthur, you do talk in riddles.
Arthur Rimbaud: They aren't riddles.
Belle et Bonne: Poems then. But what about your knees? Will you be alright for tomorrow? And will you please let me get you some clean bandages?
Arthur Rimbaud: Alright, but let me warn you....
Belle et Bonne: Warn me?
Arthur Rimbaud: I don't like girls.
Belle et Bonne: How ridiculous!
Arthur Rimbaud: Go and get the bandages.
Belle et Bonne: Get them yourself.
Arthur Rimbaud: If you don't get them, I win.
Belle et Bonne: By becoming septic?
Arthur Rimbaud: Yes. Septic.
The race leaders speed past them towards the finish line
Belle et Bonne: Look, Arthur! That was Mark Cavendish! Brilliant! He's won the Stage!
Arthur Rimbaud: I'm off then.
Belle et Bonne: Wait for your team, Arthur. It's rude, if you don't.
Arthur Rimbaud: No, I won't.
He strides off, the dirty bandages flapping around his knees.
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