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           "Whatyousaidaboutyourjob,"themechanicsays, "didyoureallymeanit?" 

           Yeah,Imeantit. 

           "That’swhywe’reontheroad,tonight,"hesays. 

           We’reahuntingparty,andwe’rehuntingforfat. 

           We’regoingtothemedicalwastedump. 

           We’regoingtothemedicalwasteincinerator,andthereamongthediscardedsurgicaldrapesandwounddressings, andten-year-oldtumorsandintravenoustubesanddiscardedneedles,scarystuff,reallyscarystuff, amongthebloodsamplesandamputatedtidbits, we’llfindmoremoneythanwecanhaulawayinonenight,evenifweweredrivingadumptruck. 

           We’llfindenoughmoneytoloadthisCornichedowntotheaxlestops. 

           "Fat,"themechanicsays,"liposuctionedfatsuckedoutoftherichestthighsinAmerica. Therichest,fattestthighsintheworld." 

           Ourgoalisthebigredbagsofliposuctionedfatwe’llhaulbacktoPaperStreet andrenderandmixwithlyeandrosemary andsellbacktotheverypeoplewhopaidtohaveitsuckedout. Attwentybucksabar,thesearetheonlyfolkswhocanaffordit. 

           "Therichest,creamiestfatintheworld,thefatoftheland,"hesays. "ThatmakestonightakindofRobinHoodthing." 

           Thelittlewaxfiressputterinthecarpet. 

           "Whilewe’rethere,"hesays, "we’resupposedtolookforsomeofthosehepatitisbugs,too."