CHAPTER 7: hospitals are fun- NOT!
So- Right then and there Matt sent out an EMAIL:
ALL RACERS:
RACE IS STOPPED UNTIL WE CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH BRITTNEY!
SIGNED
MATT
"oh god- he stopped the race!"said Harry
"we have to get to them!" yelled Kim and they sped down the road.
"we must...don't stop....never...stop...never!" said Conrad
Back at the hospital:
"godDAMN IT!" yelled Alvin
"what's wrong?" asked Harry- who just slid up
"Britt isn't dead. far from it. she's..."
"we know. you tweeted about it. and put it on your myspace and facebook."
"so- what shall we do while we see what the hell is up with my knocked up GF?"
"play a board game?"
"too boring"
"induce volintary flatchulence?"
"too gassy"
"sing?"
"too depressing"
"let me have sex with your daughter?"
"um- let me think- FUCK NO!"
"um- then what should we do?"
"cry?"
"sure"
So that is what they did.
Brittney was later pronounced dead- and the race was back on.... or so they thought!
