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The sheer terror on the face of the preschoolers I flew by was enough to keep me amused for months. It was wrapped in Scooby Doo green and had a flame tune in the exhaust which was as loud as a fighter jet.
Unfortunately the intake manifold started to leak fuel and the air filter started to clog up with rain water which would cost my entire bloodline's wealth to replace.
I sold it to a warlord in Uzbekistan for about 3 cows and 2 sheep and $7 in 1887 adjusted for inflation with 93% APR. He turned it into a diesel powered train for his nuke transport business which aided in the upcoming freakstraterrestrial world war (coming to theaters December 2004).
I miss that semi truck. It was truly the only thing that ever made me horny and I'll never miss it again in this millenium.