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When I presented it to the execs their faces melted off and left pools of sweaty meat pudding in their double breasted blazers. "You can't share this with the derby-loving public!" they cried. "He's a madman!" they screamed.
It's too late now. It's out there. Guard. Your. Faces.
It's too late now. It's out there. Guard. Your. Faces.