Then you got in your car and looked up to see Devin visiting his dad. In a fight of anti-oiler hatred you reved up the car and drove at him at 100 miles an hour hoping to put him out of his misery, so to speak.
But magically your car slipped through his 5 hole.
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My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
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