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The little Morris purred through the countryside, rasping exhaust note echoing off the hedgerows. In the back, the wicker basket creaked and rattled with the bottles inside it and the tartan blanket fluttered in the breeze.

Like a drunken musician in the orchestra, the Morris' engine began to sputter; a perfect beat ruined by one player's recalcitrance.

"Oh Cock!" exclaimed James...