You find yourself quickly overcome by the suave gent . You are bundled into the back of the cab, wrapped in duct tape - a situation that could only please someone with a severe duct tape fetish . The last thing you feel, is the taxi taking off into thin air and the long drop down the stony cliff. Well, you sort of feel your feet going through your head, but mostly that's just your imagination. By that point you are already dead.
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