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[i]Donny knew how to live life. You had to take it one step at a time, all the while knowing where your destination lay. Each step had to be sure, for pitfalls can hide in the most unlikely of places. There was another lesson Donny had taken to heart early on, and it did not wax poetic; we are punished for what we cannot imagine. As Donny watched the fantastic Neapolitan setting through the tinted window, he was quick to realize that he was now either a part of some elaborate prank, or had somewhere along the line suffered a misstep on the path of life. With steady deliberation, Donny slowly slid out his pack of Camels and poked one cigarette into the crook of his mouth, but did not light it. Not yet. He eased back against his seat by the window, a good seat from which he could idly survey the other passengers in their entirety without placing any in his blind spot. Donny believed in the five senses. They were what preserved man before man was civilized, and in Donny's opinion, civilization was an illusion. He inhaled deeply through his nose, picking out any unusual scents. He watched the silhouettes of those around him, listening carefully to anything that was said but remaining quite silent himself. He heard the ticking of the driver, noted that it might be a bomb, but was just as quick to dismiss the notion. In there lay another old Donny saying; don't mistake a horse for a zebra. If an assassin was clever enough to obtain a robot chauffeur, he'd certainly not waste such a thing by blowing it up with something so tactless and obsolete as a ticking bomb. Of course a zebra can be painted to look like a horse, but Donny wasn't about to lunge out of a moving vehicle like a retard and skid into a crowd of freaks on account of a passing theory. 

Entirely ignoring the very suspicious beverages, Donny succeeded in finally getting a good look at the other guests as waves of Sunny D spilled over them. There was a woman on the short side, a doctor, what looked to be a trio of teenagers, and a knight in armor. Donny paused and went over the last one again. A knight in armor. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. A clenching knot in his gut foretold that this was going to be a shitty day.[/i]