Benji scratched his chin and yawned before a balled up newspaper smached him in his forehead. "The fuck!" He jumped up looking around his eyes coming across an old friend of his. For safety well just call his friend Rus. The young man possibly similar in age to Benji sat next to him on his bench and had a wide grin on his face. Ben looked at him and then at the ground. "The fuck is wrong with you!" He asked in a rhetorical manner that was obviously a tone used between best of friends. "Ya know! There's a race happening as we speak!" Rus said, his speech was fast but clear and Ben understood every word that came out of his friends mouth. "So!" Ben responded. Him and Rus clearly know that he doesn't enjoy dropping money on races. Ben was more of a scam the guy in his face kind of person. "I know! I know! It wouldn't kill you to go to one just to go!" Rus quickly responded nudging on his shoulder. "There's probably bad bitches there that'd be down to pay to sleep with them!" Rus smiled with his last statement. Ben just starred at him as if he can imagine himself slapping the living hell out of Rus. He exhaled and said. "You know damn well prostitutes don't fuck with cyclopes!" Rus laughed as Ben said this. Ben even chuckled a bit to. He stood and patted his pockets. "Welp! We'll be late but why the fuck not! Let's go see some lifesize hot wheels race like mad men!" Rus quickly jumped to his feet and followed Ben as they made their way to the racing site.