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Trundling down the road towards the Cooper household is a black pick up truck as driven by someone who has never seen one before this, but picked it up reallyquickly. The sea faring gent in question is leaning comfortably on one arm on the open window of the driver's side, quite content with his driving prowess and the trophy he brings back.
The trophy in question is in back, covered in an old tarp. And it has a vaguely drum-kit like shape, at that.
The trophy in question is in back, covered in an old tarp. And it has a vaguely drum-kit like shape, at that.