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Later that evening, an unassuming cab driver named Bongo winds down after a long workday.
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| ... blah blah blah Vince Foster blah blah apparent suicide blah blah ... | |
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| Dang, my last fare left a briefcase full of edible underwear in my back seat. What a pervert! | |
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Sure enough, he hears a strange noise from outside.
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| ... blah blah blah Hillary blah blah missing documents blah blah ... | |
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| What's that horse-gallopy sound? | |
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| Heck, I'm just the delivery guy. Candygram! Candygram for Bongo! | |
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