Look alive, Sunshine. 109 in the sky but the pigs won't quit! You're here with me, Dr. Death Defy. I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter, pumpin' out these automatic sounds to keep you 'live. A system failure for the masses, antimatter for the master plan. Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny. This one's for all you rock 'n rollers, all you crash queens and motor babies. Listen up! The future is bulletproof! The aftermath is secondary. It's time to do it now and do it loud. Killjoys make some noise!
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