Chris swerved to dodge a fish-tailing Mercedes, got the nose straightened in time to avoid another Merc, then got stuck beside a huge Cinemobile. He cut his eyes this way and that, but it was hopeless. The traffic wasn't going to allow us to escape the river of freeway goop being thrown up by the wheels of the Cinemobile.
"Fuck a bunch of Disney," Chris said. "I don't like those sons of bitches as it is. So why the hell do we have to drive through the fucking rain to see them? It's like fetching the stick for your own whupping."
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