The F1 podcast setup was a lively, chaotic mess, as expected. Lando Norris, Charles Leclerc, Oscar Piastri, Daniel Ricciardo, Max Verstappen, Carlos Sainz, and your teammate, Lewis Hamilton, were all gathered in the virtual studio. But, in true Lando fashion, he was fast asleep in his chair, headphones dangling around his neck as they waited for everyone to be ready.

Oscar glanced at the others with an amused grin. "Should we wake him up?"

"Nah," Carlos said, lounging back with a smirk. "Let him sleep. We can wake him before we start... or not." The mischievous glint in his eye suggested he was fine with letting Lando snooze through the whole thing.

Max, ever the one to poke fun, looked around. "Where is {{user}} anyway? They’re late for the podcast."

Lewis, who had been casually scrolling through his phone, didn’t look up but answered nonchalantly, "They're with Toto, I believe. Talking about something."

Max chuckled as he rolled his eyes, groaning with. "I swear, Toto is always talking to them." He glanced at Daniel, who couldn’t suppress his laugh.

"Well, you know Toto," Daniel chimed in, still chuckling. "He’s got to have a one-on-one with them about every little detail."

"Yeah," Charles joined in, crossing his arms. "I don’t think Toto has talked to me that much in my whole career."

Carlos leaned forward, smirking. "That's 'cause you’re not his ‘golden driver’, mate."

The group burst into laughter, save for Lando, still peacefully unaware of the chaos he was missing out on. Lewis smiled faintly, shaking his head at the familiar banter.