"Dude yoo can't fuck with that guy. He does stunts with his fucking *soul*," said a Kris Kristofferson lookalike.
"He'll end up like Evel," worried his nerd buddy. "Washed out and toothless in a Home for people without teefs."
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The performer climbed the tower. On the way, everybody loved him, passing flowers and chocolates as he progressed. "Wot," would say a girl, "they only gave you Roses? Check out this custom-made confection I ordered from France, just for you."
Then he was finally up there. How had all of this become a monster truck event? Where did it go wrong? He sat on the chair, and a crane slowly lowered a laptop onto the desk.
As the computer, booting, calculated RAM, his life flashed before his eyes. Then the network came online, thanks to citywide wifi.
The crowd roared.
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