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Sitting
beside
me
,
our
clean
and
sober
fight
club
mechanic
tells
me
,
yeah
,
the
Drunk
bumper
stickers
are
part
of
Project
Mayhem
.
The
three
space
monkeys
are
quiet
in
the
back
seat
.
The
Mischief
Committee
is
printing
airline
pocket
cards
that
show
passengers
fighting
each
other
for
oxygen
masks
while
their
jetliner
flames
down
toward
the
rocks
at
a
thousand
miles
an
hour
.
Mischief
and
Misinformation
Committees
are
racing
each
other
to
develop
a
computer
virus
that
will
make
automated
bank
tellers
sick
enough
to
vomit
storms
of
ten
-
and
twenty-dollar
bills
.
The
cigarette
lighter
in
the
dash
pops
out
hot
,
and
the
mechanic
tells
me
to
light
the
candles
on
the
birthday
cake
.
I
light
the
candles
,
and
the
cake
shimmers
under
a
little
halo
of
fire
.
"
What
will
you
wish
you
'd
done
before
you
died
?
"
the
mechanic
says
and
swerves
us
into
the
path
of
a
truck
coming
head-on
.
The
truck
hits
the
air
horn
,
bellowing
one
long
blast
after
another
as
the
truck
's
headlights
,
like
a
sunrise
,
come
brighter
and
brighter
to
sparkle
off
the
mechanic
's
smile
.
"
Make
your
wish
,
quick
,
"
he
says
to
the
rearview
mirror
where
the
three
space
monkeys
are
sitting
in
the
back
seat
.
"
We
've
got
five
seconds
to
oblivion
.
"
One
,
"
he
says
.
