Feeny:
Alan, there is a large rusty object not only blocking my driveway, but most of the light into my kitchen.
Eric:
Hey, that's my new car.
Feeny:
May I assume it moves?
Eric:
Like the wind. Especially downhill. Oh. You want me to move it?
Feeny:
Well, we certainly can't count on anyone stealing it.
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