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And then, from the mountains on high and from the bowels of the caves beneath the oceans— NAY! From the very lugubrious heart of the grassy fields of yore... there came a rumbling.
Actually, it was more like a mechanical whirring, reminiscent of lattes being gently prepared in the Starbucks under your apartment, crossed with the mellifluous purr that an Atari 2600 would make if it could purr when you insert your favorite game cartridge. Tunnel Runner, for example. And I mean the original, wood-paneled 2600, not the sleek black wedge they released later. But it's cool if you liked that one.
Either way, though, the sound still came from the mountains and the caves and the grass and the Starbucks... and it was good.