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Dick Justice pulls his key out and begins rattling around in an ancient filing cabinet.

"Just because the make and model of your car changed between episode descriptions doesn't necessarily mean the Decepticons were involved but .... aha here it is!"

He exclaims as the dust of a million mummies flies out of the cabinet.

cough cough

"Yes, take a look at this."

He deposits a thick stack of papers in your hands.

"Its my new manuscript. Kind of a rock opera about my life."

You stare out the window wondering where everything went wrong.

"Just give it a read, oh and here is a link to my soundcloud where I have some first takes for the songs. Just imagine them with instrumentals behind them."

On the street below a corpo-wage slave buys a fresh pack of cyber stims.

You check your watch. Its 2pm.