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There goes the Challenger, being chased by the blue, blue meanies on wheels! The vicious traffic squad cars are after our lone driver, the last American hero, the-the electric sintar, the demi-god, the super driver of the golden west! Two nasty nazi cars are close behind the beautiful lone driver; the police numbers are gettin' closer, closer, closer to our sole hero in his soul mobile, yeah baby! They're about to strike, they're gonna kill him, smash him, rape! -- the last beautiful free soul on this planet. But it is written, as the evil spirit armeth the tiger with claws, Brahman provideth wings for the dove. Thus spake the super guru. |
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