It shall be a bittersweet day, oh Pimp of the Lincolns. While I have the utmost respect for your intellect and ability (and girth) I shall bar no holds when I maniacally and systematically break down every iota of inner strength you possess until you lie quivering naked in the middle of the floor in a puddle of your own filth and tears. (just like we did to Bondo in that Super 8 in Bakersfield!
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In the end, there can be only one...
The R/C-lander!!!