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So there I was, sitting in the back of the car, right? It was summer and I was freezing my ass from all the ice cream I'd stolen the night before. The police show up in their dirigible from out of nowhere and I'm freaking out because there was a dead hooker in the trunk. They must've known I was drinking because when they got to me, they asked me for directions to the closest Pizza Hut. Domino's, not even something classy like Little Caesar's. So I did what any normal person would do, I rolled up a joint to help me calm my nerves, and I downed it with a bottle of schnaps. They thanked me and named me King of Eurasia before speeding away on a bicycle built for mice. Easiest $5 I ever made.