Hark! A quest!
Our brave, daring bus drivers embarked on a quest into the unknown at the crack 'o dawn today, unaware that danger and peril awaited.
Alas! No sooner had we passed that mystical metropolis Two Guns than our trusty steed upon which we pinned our hopes came to a screeching halt. Not a breath whispered from her.
We took a side path at the very last wheeze.
A committee thus was held to determine the optimized method of assembling our advanced warning system, discovering in the process the answer to the question, "Forsooth! How many valient squires does it take to square up a triangle?"
We took a side path at the very last wheeze.
A committee thus was held to determine the optimized method of assembling our advanced warning system, discovering in the process the answer to the question, "Forsooth! How many valient squires does it take to square up a triangle?"
We realized we didn't have a leg to stand on.
Finally, breath was breathed back into our trusty steed and we packed up our collision avoidance system, ensuring safe passage onward thence to the holy land of Holbrookshire.
Our mission accomplished, we rested our weary bones at a wayside inn before returning to our beloved hearth and home.
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