Oh my, all those men like beetles in their little cars... I think the halo is like our church's iron grillwork, keeping a falling branch from the choir loft, sha? And the cell must be a strong basket, like the ones we carry oranges in at Iewduh, to hold the driver safe. But you see... no steel cage saved my Catherine from her taxi crash on Umshyrpi road. Sometimes the world is too fast for any protection.
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