shine too dirty?—no
problem—here's a misty,
your hunger yet? If not, here's plenty
of hot coffee while you
think about that—
Merger, are you
spotted? Congratulations—you now
are this traffic.
Still, you say it's
started raining?—look up!
to a roof—and the sweet smell of wet
woods ought to fix you.
But on top of that, okay, what's that? You say
today's your birthday? Rats! And
nothing's quite extra-
ordinary yet? Nonsense! Voila! Here's just
it's a little Funky Cold
Medina—blasting at your gas station.