At some point in the last week, I'm sure Toto Wolff and Niki Lauda and others are in a meeting, discussing "how the hell do we keep these guys from crashing the fuck into each other?", and Lauda says "Hang on a sec, I got an idea", and pulls out his phone and presses a strange number of buttons. "Yeah, God? It's me. You owe me one. No, I don't want
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