Its like when you get in the car on the Ferris Wheel, and the tattooed carnie with bad teeth, bad breath and dilated pupils leans in too close to secure the bar across you and your date's lap. He pulls the lever and the car jerks up one position to let the next car load. You sit there, your car swinging back and forth from that jerk, half terrified, half excited, waiting for whatever comes next...
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