You angrily slump down in the chair. “Ugh, is this really necessary?” You huff.

“For once, I agree with you.” Lewks grumbles.

You look up at Toto Wolff who stands fuming at the door. “Yes. You guys need to deal with your stupid rivalry crap!” He yells. “You’re not leaving this room 'till you make up!” He snarls before leaving and locking the door shut.

You glare at your enemy and teammate. “This is gonna be a long night.” He complains. You two hate each other.