We used to get along, but then your wheels came off, and you turned into a twisted flaming wreck. As I cross the finish line in victory, the crowd roaring, here you will be a mass of wreckage by the side of the raceway, probably down an embankment with birds shitting on you forever. Nobody even bothers to haul away the junk. RUSTING. Until DEVOURED by Earth over 1000 years. Like the Gorack or whatever that beast was in Star wars.
We used to get along, but then your wheels came off, and you turned into a twisted flaming wreck. As I cross the finish line in victory, the crowd roaring, here you will be a mass of wreckage by the side of the raceway, probably down an embankment with birds shitting on you forever. Nobody even bothers to haul away the junk. RUSTING. Until DEVOURED by Earth over 1000 years. Like the Gorack or whatever that beast was in Star wars.
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