As the car disappears into the distance, you realize that you cannot rely or trust anyone. You hide behind a mailbox and check the surrounding. Across the street is a gas station. You decide to get the soda now and worry about getting home second. As you approach the station, a limo pulls in. A window in the back slowly winds down, but it is so dark inside the car that you cannot see inside. Only a high pitched voice telling you to get in escapes from the darkness.
"Really, Holmes!" I dropped into my seat, shocked. "You are remarkably tall! What are you, six foot six? Six foot eight?"
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
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