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│   _  / \               o                                                     │
│  / \ | |               o       o         o                                   │
│  | | | |   _            o    o               o       o                       │
│  | \_| |  / \              o                o     o                          │
│   \__  |  | |          o                  o                                  │
│      | |  | |         ______      ~~~~            _____                      │
│      | |__/ |           / ___--\\ ~~~         __/_____\__                    │
│      |    ___/          / \--\\  \\   \ ___    <__  x x  __\                 │
│      | |         / /\\  \\         ))     \       (  "     )                 │
│      | |     -------(---->>(@)--(@)-------\----------< >-----------          │
│      | |   //        | | //__________  /       \    ____)    (___      \\    │
│      | |  //      __|_|     ( --------- )        //// ______ /////\       \\ │
│      //      |    (  \ ______  /       <<<< <>-----<<<<< /        \\         │
│     //     (     )              / /      \` \__     \\                       │
│        //-------------------------------------------------------------\\     │
│ Every now and then, when your life gets complicated and the weasels start    │
│ closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then        │
│ drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at       │
│ top volume and at least a pint of ether.                                     │
│         -- Hunter S. Thompson, "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas"              │
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