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[SCENE]

We are currently in the middle of nowhere, Dazza Holden is stuck in the bush. His car has broken down... there is absolutely nothing around.

"You're fuckin' kiddin' right? This shitbox ain't workin', I got shit to do... Now the nearest damn town out here is about 20 minutes away. Oh wait... A car!"

A car is seen in the distance... The car pulls over.

"Ya wanna give me a hand mate or even better a lift down to Broken Hill? I gotta get a plane, I'm heading to America!"

The man in the other car looks at Dazza absolutely puzzled.

"Where's the rest of your shit mate?"

Dazza pauses... thinks... as he takes a swag from his V.B.

"Fuck the rest of the shit, just get me there alright?"​