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Why, Mr. Anderson, why? For what? What are you doing? Why, why crunch? Why do you keep getting under the wheels of your cars? Do you believe in some kind of traffic, or are you just afraid to buy a normal car? So what's the mission, maybe you'll open it up? It's freedom, right, maybe it's raining in the face or are you fighting for speed? Illusions, Mr. Anderson, fads of perception! Fragile logical theories of a weak crunch who desperately tries to justify his two-wheeledness: aimless and meaningless. But she, Mr. Anderson, is just as faggot as a bicycle. Only a crunch can invent the boring and lifeless concept of a motorcycle. It's time for you to see it, Mr. Anderson, to see and understand: You can't win, it's pointless to keep fighting! Why, Mr. Anderson, why do you persist?