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Iron Train was enjoying another sunny midday at the GasCo station. He was just about to down the sixth gallon of his favorite ecofuel (Iron Train has a tremendous ecological awareness), when the ground shook. Several drops of amber liquid spilled on his shiny torso. He looked up for any source of trouble and then the microchip in his ear buzzed.

‘So much for holidays’ he grunted and handed a handful of dollars to a car wash guy who was cleaning the bolts on the left thigh. With a trademark ‘Tchoo tchoo’, he slowly gained momentum and sped down the Sunset Blvd.