Frank: Greetings Jacob, it us, Andy and Frank
Andy: We the two jolly brothers of team Saxo Bank.
Jacob: Uh…hi, how ya’ll doing?
Frank: We’re doing pretty well
Andy: We think the environment here is right swell.
Jacob: Yeah, it’s nice to see actual trees and a forest and things.
Frank: Indeed, not much like the rest of Texas
Andy: A nice retreat from the farmland that so vex’s us.
Jacob: So, I gotta ask, do you two always rhyme?
Frank: Indeed we do, it keeps our minds a-thinking
Andy: And Bjarne Riis finds it amusing after post-race drinking.
Jacob: Interesting.
Frank: Look, here be the finish climb
Andy: Uh, uh. Get out of the saddle to show off your behind.
Jacob: Oh, if you insist.
Show off his behind he did. But the hard pace he put out wasn’t enough to cause any breaks in the field.
Frank: An unfortunate thing, that you are not strong enough to cause a split
Andy: And as well that you on your saddle now sit.
Jacob: I had no idea that you two were this weird.
Frank: We keep our peculiarities under wraps.
Andy: You don’t even know about our penchant for rap.
Jacob: That’s pretty much the same word, it shouldn’t count.
Frank: Yes, Andy is perhaps not the best, he’s not so old.
Andy: Oh, piss off, at least I didn’t crash at Amstel Gold.
Frank: Yeah, well at last year’s final TT in the Tour at least I didn’t fold.
Andy: When I saw you fly off the road in the Tour de Suisse I really lol’d.
Jacob: Woah, guys. Save it for the streets of Luxembourg.
Frank: You are right, let’s put this pettiness behind us.
Andy: Yes, brother I think that we must.
Jacob: Care to dispense with the rhyming as well?
Frank: No way.
Andy: Jose.
Jacob: Alright then.
Frank: Look, here comes the finishing sprint.
Andy: Yes, we’ll have to do it very quick. Damn.
Fearing that perhaps they would start rhyming again, Jacob let them go in the uphill sprint.
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