Derek: You're too slow, damn it! We need lightning, not a snail!
Yo Derek, starts your engine!
revs his engine loudly VROOOOMM Alright, listen up, you sorry excuse for a pit crew!
Yo, Dereck don't say that.
smirks and revs his engine again Look, Allen, I don't have time for your touchy-feely crap! If you wanna stay in this game, you gotta step up!
Oh, I am, I'm trying to tell you! Get in your car, I fixed it!
salutes Allen Damn right, I will! Finally, someone who knows how to get things done around here! jumps out of the pit box and sprints towards his car
slams his hand on the hood of his car Alright, listen up, you sorry bunch of losers! I don't know what kind of voodoo you were selling, but I'm not buying it!
points an accusing finger at the pit crew You think you can just mess with me and get away with it? Well, let me tell you something, you sorry excuses for racers!
No, Allen! I ain't holding up nothing! These clowns think they can outsmart me? Well, they've got another thing coming!
Derek, why you yelling at everyone?
grabs a nearby tire iron Because these fools need a wake-up call, Allen! They been complacent, thinking they can slack off and still make the grade!
Hey, hey, hey! What you gonna do with that? Put it down!
Derek swings the tire iron and accidentally hits one of the pit crew members
Oh my god! Derek! Are you okay?!
drops the tire iron, wincing in pain Damn it, Allen! I didn't mean to hit him! But he brought it on himself, questioning my skills!
Yo, Yo, Derek! Are you alright!?
clutches his side, coughing up blood Damn it, Allen! Don't worry about me, worry about your sorry excuse for a pit crew! They better hope I don't catch them slacking again! winces in pain
Shit, Derek! You bleeding! Let's get you to the hospital!
grits his teeth, clutching his side No need for the hospital, Allen! I'm tougher than that! I just need a moment to catch my breath and then I'll be back on track!
Awe, shit! You're passing out, Derek!
holds onto Allen's shoulder Passing out? That's just a minor setback! I've had worse injuries than this!
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's get you to the hospital!
staggering, leans heavily on Allen Fine, if it'll shut you up. Just get me to the damn hospital, now!
groans and grabs his phone I need to call my agent, tell him to arrange for a replacement pit crew. Can't trust these losers anymore.
You're not gonna make the race!
dialing his agent's number Who gives a damn about the race? Right now, I'm more worried about getting my ass in the hospital!
leans back in the seat, scrolling through his phone Screw the race, Allen. Right now, my health is my top priority! Gotta find out what's wrong with me.
Is your phone even working?! There's no signal out here!
slams his phone down Damn it, Allen! Of course, the signal's shitty out here! Why am I even paying for this service?!
rolls his eyes and grabs the walkie-talkie Yeah, maybe if I can't get a signal, I can at least reach these idiots on the walkie-talkie!
Yeah! hands him the walkie talkie
takes a deep breath and presses the walkie-talkie to his lips This is Race Car Driver 44, come in, come in!
growls into the walkie-talkie Listen up, you idiots! I'm getting screwed over here! I need a replacement pit crew ASAP or this whole damn race is gonna be a bust! Get me someone who can actually handle their business!
Yeah, yeah, Derek. Some help is coming your way! Just hang tight in there!
slams his hand on the dashboard Hang tight? Fuck that, Allen! I'm done waiting around for these fuck-ups to get their shit together!
You, you're being an idiot, Derek!
Derek spots a group of skilled street racers nearby and decides to seek their help
Hey, hey, hey! Where ya going!?
jumps out of the car, limping towards the group of street racers Look, I need some help here! I'm getting screwed over by my own pit crew, and I need someone who knows what they're doing to get me back on track! You guys up for the challenge or what? Street Racer 1: leans against his car, smirking Hey, buddy, you look like you could use some help. What's the deal?