Lucy

LUCY LUCY LUCY

LUCY LUCY LUCY!

Lucy Lucy Lucy!

"Wellll CUM to my crazy car! I call her Zippy and she flies, with me, through stops signs!"

Lucy Lucy Lucy!

You are riding around town with crazy old lady Lucy, terrified. She's either roaring through school zones or she is crawling down the interstate, no consideration for the Motor Kingdom. The leather of the seats is scarred by your biting fingernails. You can't remember why you're with her, but you vaguely recall needing to do this for money or something. Suddenly, you see:

1. The Germans
2. Horace The Fag-Trollop
3. Eppsy-Daisy
4. Focus On Birds Page 39
5. A bacon Trolley
6. A wavy sword!