
Yawn, what the hell happened here?

Huh, whatever happened it musta been fun.

Oh shit! That's right, I'm leaving today.

Just gotta take all of this stuff and.......

....fwing.

A drive-a, drive-a, drive-a, drive-a!

A drive-a, drive-a, drive-a, drive-a!

A drive-a, drive-a, drive-a, drive-a!

BABIE TIEM NAO!

Huh, how the hell did I end up at an art's festival?

Got sold a magazine by one of the Zendik agrarian cultists.

I spread to them the wonderful word of J.R. "Bob" Dobbs.

Suddenly; our hero is distracted form his missionary work for food and beer.

GTFO time.
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