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A run-of-the-mill fiend warrants, oh I don’t know… one, two… perhaps four? police vans filled with cops and crime-catching hardware. Not something like 20 trucks barricading my tiny street—forcing me to find a detour to my home (with heavy bags of groceries no less).
4,819,345 people conned into wasting their bandwidth.
Not just your average, run-of-the-mill fiend, but a DASTARDLY fiend. Oh my!
Oh my indeed!
A run-of-the-mill fiend warrants, oh I don’t know… one, two… perhaps four? police vans filled with cops and crime-catching hardware. Not something like 20 trucks barricading my tiny street—forcing me to find a detour to my home (with heavy bags of groceries no less).