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I did miss my plane...
i was so fucked up that my scientologist taxi driver tried to take me out to the desert and kill me but luckily I was able to send an alphanumeric SOS to the Gammae's team of prowlers... I was then air-lifted by the Platinum Bucks chopper to the hospital and then shipped off to Shands in Gainesville for reconstructive surgery... I'll bring my talking car to the next Internext show -- this one is bulletproof. You can never be too careful -- those scientologists are smart.
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