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BRROWWWLLL!
That, the sound of the V8 engine as the Mighty Haunted Police Car careened its way up the Kenilworth Access, your heroically humble narrator at the wheel!
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commanderteddog from three hours of pitiless cumber amidst the Edu-Ma-trons of Fennell!
SCREEECH!
That, the sound of the tires as the car struck an icy patch at the top of the Mountain!
I seized the wheel and worked the pedals, playing the controls of my retired Police Interceptor like a well-tuned Hammond Organ set to a Bossa Nova beat. On one side of me was DEATH! And on the the other? Three lanes of traffic and a well-manicured lawn.
"Let us leave good sense behind like a hideous husk and let us hurl ourselves, like fruit spiced with pride, into the immense mouth and breast of the world! Let us feed the unknown, not from despair, but simply to enrich the unfathomable reservoirs of the Absurd," I shouted, as my powerful auto spun 180 degrees across three lanes - away from yawning gulf - in a neat little bootlegger reverse.
SMASH!
That, the sound of the snorting machine as it tried to execute the PIT Maneuver on a cement wall at the front of the well-manicured lawn.
"MIGHTY CALIGULA'S BONES!"
That, the curse of the Pyat as...
...all right, all right. So I had a car crash last night. Not a terible one. The front bumper was knocked out of place, as was my temper. Car drives fine, though.
That, the sound of the V8 engine as the Mighty Haunted Police Car careened its way up the Kenilworth Access, your heroically humble narrator at the wheel!
Mine? A mission of mercy, rescuing
commanderteddog from three hours of pitiless cumber amidst the Edu-Ma-trons of Fennell!SCREEECH!
That, the sound of the tires as the car struck an icy patch at the top of the Mountain!
I seized the wheel and worked the pedals, playing the controls of my retired Police Interceptor like a well-tuned Hammond Organ set to a Bossa Nova beat. On one side of me was DEATH! And on the the other? Three lanes of traffic and a well-manicured lawn.
"Let us leave good sense behind like a hideous husk and let us hurl ourselves, like fruit spiced with pride, into the immense mouth and breast of the world! Let us feed the unknown, not from despair, but simply to enrich the unfathomable reservoirs of the Absurd," I shouted, as my powerful auto spun 180 degrees across three lanes - away from yawning gulf - in a neat little bootlegger reverse.
SMASH!
That, the sound of the snorting machine as it tried to execute the PIT Maneuver on a cement wall at the front of the well-manicured lawn.
"MIGHTY CALIGULA'S BONES!"
That, the curse of the Pyat as...
...all right, all right. So I had a car crash last night. Not a terible one. The front bumper was knocked out of place, as was my temper. Car drives fine, though.
