Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: NIGHT OF ONE THOUSAND DRUMMING MACHINES - C1 - P4 the cobbling and crashing the beast into a nearby lamp-post. The driver stood up, sighed at the resulting fire and mayhem, and brushed off his clothing as best he could, as if this were an every-day occurance. "I suppose I had best return to the mansion and prepare his evening dinner." end of chapter one
