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!