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 | Okay sir let me see if I got this right... You say you were swerving in and out of lanes because a "flying squirrel" flew into your window, landed on your lap, bit you not once but twice on the knuckles and crawled into the air vent to escape. | |
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| Thats right. The little bastard was out of control. I managed to rip half of his tail while he was pulling himself through the vent but I threw it out the window when I thought it might spawn another one. | |
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| Uh huh...Okay. Sir do you mind if I ask what it is you have in that glass? | |
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| Oh, yeah sure uh lets see...theres some orange juice, uh...a little dash of absolute, thats vodka if you didn't know. And uh..oh well...about a vile of LSD...you know, for the fireworks. | |
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| Fireworks?... | |
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| Oh yeah, they started about an hour ago, they're part of the flying squirrel act. | |
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