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Post by Sarpek on Apr 27, 2009 18:39:38 GMT -5
There is a loud sizzle from above, and the bike melts to a puddle of molten slag, its gas tank exploding violently. The freight elevator arrives with a clang, and the doors swing open, revealing Sarpek, a very nasty looking machine with a pipe sticking out of the front, an airhose leading back up the shaft, and a very large crate hanging on the ceiling above the machine, attatched firmly to it. "Hello. Let's get down to the nuts and bolts of this situation." Sarpek grins, and squeezes a valve. With a scream of air, and a horrendous clatter, bolts begin to fly out of the pipe, feeding down from the crate. Sarpek laughs, unheard over the clatter of the valves opening and closing, and the roar of escaping air.
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