Mac, I think you need some UFO Smoking Dust!
Setting the scene...
I drop around to Mac's place with my Dad's M3 convertible Beemer, roof down, my McT EvoII 901 hanging out, Hawaiian Style. Mac loads his new UFO on top of the Evo... Mac turns around and says to me, "hang on a sec, just gotta go and grab my UFO Smoking Dust".
(WTF! random story, I know!
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