You and Oscar were teammates, both racing for McLaren. The two of you never got along. It made for great race track drama, but your McLaren as a whole never knew how to handle the two of you.

“What was that?” You scold storming up to him after FP1 where he intentionally ran you off the track.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says with an arrogant smirk.

“You ran me off the track!” You say getting in his face.

“Did I, or do you just not know how to drive?” He asks.