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"
What
you
said
about
your
job
,
"
the
mechanic
says
,
"
did
you
really
mean
it
?
"
Yeah
,
I
meant
it
.
"
That
's
why
we
're
on
the
road
,
tonight
,
"
he
says
.
We
're
a
hunting
party
,
and
we
're
hunting
for
fat
.
We
're
going
to
the
medical
waste
dump
.
We
're
going
to
the
medical
waste
incinerator
,
and
there
among
the
discarded
surgical
drapes
and
wound
dressings
,
and
ten-year-old
tumors
and
intravenous
tubes
and
discarded
needles
,
scary
stuff
,
really
scary
stuff
,
among
the
blood
samples
and
amputated
tidbits
,
we
'll
find
more
money
than
we
can
haul
away
in
one
night
,
even
if
we
were
driving
a
dump
truck
.
We
'll
find
enough
money
to
load
this
Corniche
down
to
the
axle
stops
.
"
Fat
,
"
the
mechanic
says
,
"
liposuctioned
fat
sucked
out
of
the
richest
thighs
in
America
.
The
richest
,
fattest
thighs
in
the
world
.
"
Our
goal
is
the
big
red
bags
of
liposuctioned
fat
we
'll
haul
back
to
Paper
Street
and
render
and
mix
with
lye
and
rosemary
and
sell
back
to
the
very
people
who
paid
to
have
it
sucked
out
.
At
twenty
bucks
a
bar
,
these
are
the
only
folks
who
can
afford
it
.
"
The
richest
,
creamiest
fat
in
the
world
,
the
fat
of
the
land
,
"
he
says
.
"
That
makes
tonight
a
kind
of
Robin
Hood
thing
.
"
