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Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – dunno why I’m yellin, just feels right. It’s a rush, findin em, but sad too – “I’m still here, still here!” – they’re fightin, like Szpilman. Me quirks? I hum “Paranoid” while scopin the streets, keeps me sane. Prossies, mate, they’re survivors, but the world’s a right bastard to em. That’s me take – sloppy, loud, real!

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When I get there, it’s chaos. Workers everywhere, machines blaring. I’m tryin’ to park my tractor, and this guy waves me off. “Not there, man!” I’m like, “Where do you want me to park, on the moon?” Finally, I squeeze in, and it’s like a scene from a movie. Everyone’s runnin’ around, and I’m just sittin’ there, tryin’ to keep my cool.