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I'm stealing shamelessly from ectomo, but what the hell:

I need one of these guys:


The fact that it is not available in a nice hammered metal finish is disenheartening, as is the lack of a side-mounted rocket launcher or a flame-thrower behind the front grill. But with an 85km/h top speed- that almost gives Lenin a run for his money.

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Directing someone to a search field containing 600+ abstract images, even if it is down from 15,000, can not be termed as "narrowing the field," in any way shape or form. Especially when there is no further criteria for searching at a smaller level.

I must find six specific needles in a stack of 607 needles. And people wonder why I sometimes develop that facial tic. Or the twitchy hands. Or just grow a giant waxed mustache to twirl endlessly whilst I mutter about my plans for the "cavorite device" or the "underlying subconscious of man."


Oh, one day, they'll understand. When I finally unleash my trained army of cybernetic attack-shrimp with orders to mercilessly nail live weasels to their joints, followed by defenestrating them, they'll know.