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"Batzilians could be here" he thought, never been in
this neighborhood before. There could be Batzilians
anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare
chest. "l HATE Batzilians " he thought. Sweet Dreams are
Made of These reverberated his entire car. making it
pulsate even as the $9 wine circulated through his
powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear
of bats after dark. 'With a car, you can go anywhere
you want" he said to himself, out loud-
