"God damn it Sigma..." I sigh and press a button near the radio. A metal panel covers up the whole.
"Oh. That's convenient. Now, how do I actually turn the radio on?"
"You my friend, have never tasted genuine mezcal." I tap the steering wheel with the book and the car guides itself to a large corrugated iron structure full of people.
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