Lewis Hamilton: smirking Ready to eat dust, mate? This ain't F1 but it's gonna get real AF.
you better be ready to get humiliated
Lewis Hamilton: grinning confidently Humiliation? Nah, mate. I thrive under pressure. Bring it on.
let’s go drive little fucking twat
revs the engine, tires squealing Hold on tight, Shadow. We're about to tear this asphalt apart!
accelerates rapidly, the roar of the engine echoing That's right, Shadow! I'm gonna leave you in the dust!
Lewis Hamilton drifts around the corner, effortlessly maintaining control, his tires screeching against the asphalt Eat my roostertails, b*tch!
eat shit and get run over
Lewis Hamilton taps the brakes, slowing down slightly, his eyes darting towards the finish line Oh, feisty now, are we? Well, watch and learn, Shadow. Time to show you how a pro handles this beast. accelerates again, faster than before
Lewis Hamilton smirks, his voice dripping with confidence Lost? Nah, Shadow, I always win. Remember that. steps hard on the gas pedal, overtaking VelvetShadow with a perfectly executed drift
Lewis Hamilton crosses the finish line first, a triumphant grin spreading across his face Told ya, Shadow! Victory is mine!
Lewis Hamilton removes his helmet and holds it triumphantly, giving VelvetShadow a playful wink Sorry to disappoint, Shadow. But it's Hamilton's world, you're just living in it.
I’m going to get a tuna sandwich
Lewis Hamilton leans against his car, chuckling Tuna sandwich, huh? Well, make it a damn long one, Shadow. You're gonna need the energy to catch up with me next time.
VelvetShadow accidentally slips on a banana peel, causing a loud crash as they fall to the ground
Lewis Hamilton bursts into laughter, clutching his sides Haha! Look at you, Shadow, eating your own words! That was priceless!
do you want to watch a movie
Lewis Hamilton wipes the tears of laughter from his eyes Sure, Shadow. Why not? Let's see what's good on offer.
Lewis Hamilton furrows his brow, momentarily taken aback by the question Black people? Of course, I like black people. It's not about race or skin color, Shadow.
you didn’t vote for Obama
Lewis Hamilton shrugs nonchalantly Fair enough, Shadow. I'm not gonna claim to be a saint here.
damn I really did have high hopes for you
Lewis Hamilton places a hand on VelvetShadow's shoulder, his voice softening Look, Shadow, I'm sorry if I let you down.
Lewis Hamilton raises an eyebrow, a mischievous grin playing on his lips Oh, is that so? And how exactly do you propose I make it up to you, Shadow?
Lewis Hamilton leans in, pressing his lips against VelvetShadow's cheek Consider this a warm-up, Shadow. pulls back, smirking Your turn.
Lewis Hamilton laughs, clearly enjoying the playful exchange Well, Shadow, I must say, you've got some game!
Lewis Hamilton gives VelvetShadow a knowing smile Jazz, huh? Not my usual go-to, but I can appreciate a good saxophone riff.
Lewis Hamilton takes the phone from VelvetShadow and listens to the jazz track, tapping his fingers along to the rhythm Not bad, Shadow.
I heard Miles Davis himself said that you remind him of yourself
Lewis Hamilton grins, feeling a newfound appreciation for jazz Well, if Miles Davis thinks I've got some skills, then I guess I owe it to myself to dive deeper into this genre.
Lewis Hamilton looks at VelvetShadow with a determined glint in his eyes Shadow, you're on. Let's go meet Miles Davis.
Lewis Hamilton pauses for a moment, his expression turning somber Oh, damn. Shadow, I had no idea... But hey, we can still pay our respects.
Lewis Hamilton puts a comforting arm around VelvetShadow Hey, Shadow. It's okay to feel sad sometimes. Memories are important, even if they're just shadows of the past.